Scorpius, his head still pressed against the pillow, his face hot from the exuberance and his panting breath, feels Albus brush a strand behind his ear. "See? It's not me he loves." A triumphant tone punctuates his words. "Anyway, I can't forget that you two didn't just have sex - however pathetic that may have been - you had feelings for each other," he continues darkly. "There's not much I can do about that. So if Scorpius wants to keep you, you can be his pet, as long as you don't get in my way."