"Took some before coming to bed, just haven’t kicked in fully yet. Innocenti, I wish this pain was from sex with you, that would have been a much more fun way to get this sore." Tony grinned. Harry was really entertained the first time that he learned that Italian magicals didn’t swear to Merlin like the British did. No, they swore to the Italian wizard who caused Mount Vesuvius to erupt in 79 A.D., Zaccaria Innocenti. "Skydiving was fun. The landing not so much, especially since I got pushed out of the plane. I’ve been paying for it all day." Harry curled further into his arms and swept a hand back down Tony’s chest, tangling with some of his chest hair, causing him to shiver. "How’s your last few days been?"