"No. I'm not telling you so you can go out and kill the guy." The weight of what he is about to say seems to slip into his stomach and drag him down. Swallowing dryly, Scorpius looks his father in the eye, fighting the urge to flee the situation. "I do it because something happened to me afterwards that... is hard to explain. I... I really thought I wanted it, and it felt that way. Albus said it was a defensive reflex. He said that because I couldn't do anything, I just liked it, and that sounds logical, so..."