"This is glorious."
James chuckles. "I'm glad."
"Really heavenly."
"Flattered," James says quietly, shifting closer.
"Bliss."
Lily makes to turn to face him but he holds her head in place with his fingers, splayed behind each ear. "Don't ruin all my hard work."
She sighs and squares her shoulders, complying with the order. "Really though, none of the girls particularly enjoy plaiting hair."
"You're not going to start purring are you?"
Laughing, Lily lays her hand on James's knee. "I might. Given the right motivation," she squeezes lightly so a shiver runs up his spine.
"Oi you're not using me for my finger talents, are you?"
Lily snorts, the guffaws, so her hair falls from James's fingers.
"Bloody hell, Evans!"
"James - " she wheezes another laugh, "finger - talent."
"Wha- Evans what a dirty mind."
"You made me this way!"