Tom heaves out an impatient sigh. "It’s a waste of breath asking for consent when you and I both know why we’re here," he scoffs dismissively, and then proceeds on a scathing rant about the ridiculousness of Hogwarts’ affirmative consent guidelines, and how overbearing and tedious he finds checking at every step, and how it’s ruined spontaneity and makes everything slow and dull and boring, finishing with, "Because I’m in the middle of a Blood Replenishing Elixir that I put under a stasis spell, and tonight’s actually the best time to gather hogweed leaves under the new moon, so I should be getting back to those unless we’re going to proceed. If you changed your mind, that’s fine, I can easily have a wank, but I do have other things to do—"