Tom scowled as Henrik pinched his cheek in a mocking gesture. Tom batted his soul-bonded’s hand away and proceeded to squeeze his sides, knowing full well that the younger male was extremely ticklish. Henrik let out a high-pitched shriek, squirming and flailing about in an effort to get away. He nearly fell off Tom’s lap but the Slytherin kept a tight hold on him, refusing to let go no matter how many elbow jabs his gut received. This is the sight the Dark Lord’s Death Eaters happened upon when they came to investigate the source of the ruckus they had been hearing.