Would you mind telling me why the Harry-Hounds of Hell are on my tail, and threatening general beating, and slamming, with walls involved? It could be quite kinky really, but with the words 'Potter' and 'kink' in the same sentence, I shudder, and sadly conclude that this isn't an invitation to a subtlely coded assignation.
Oh, and the references to you. Not that I don't mind thinking about you, because you occupy rather a lot of thought. But one, why does Potter think I messed with your head, and two, I haven't fucked you. Does Potter know the difference between sex, and giving head?
Do you always sleep in that rather endearing way?