"I - I... Merlin, I won't." He sounds just as mortified, his voice thick and cracking as he pushes her back against the wall, shoving down his own trousers around his hips, and pulling his jockey shorts precariously low, so that her eyes catch a glimpse of pale blond pubic hair before she squeezes them shut and turns her head away. She stares at the corner of the cell, at the place Theodore Nott will be reappearing from instead, focusing on breathing and breathing and not feeling a single thing.