The worry disappears from Albus" expression, replaced by something darker as he bares his teeth and then leans forward. His three-day beard scratches Scorpius" cheek as he breathes into his ear, "But what do you think I'm up to? You could, though," without moving his head, he strokes Scorpius" arms, taking his hands in his and placing them on his hips, "show a little more commitment. Give up your reluctance. I don't want it."