( — closed. )
” — you think you can bribe me,
James Potter?” he asks, with
mock outrage that’s so sincere,
anyone who didn’t know him as
well as James did might think
he was actually angry.
“I can’t be bought! Or at least,
not for the measly amounts of
booze it takes to get you drunk.”
"Are you suggesting
that I’m ‘lightweight’?
Come on, Pads, no
need to be so rude.“
"Tell me what you
want mate. Name it
and I’ll do it. Promise.”
He wasn’t begging.
Nope. Of course not.