[He hasn't forgotten this time, John, just how their drunk night finished. Not on good terms, if there ever were good ones between them, so much that John's sudden act of generosity leaves him wondering just how it's going to backfire on him.
One can't say there's remorse for what he did or the things he said. Petre doesn't get remorse. If anything, he can just recognize that he could have played things out differently to have a more agreeable result.
(And then he remembers how John taunted him. The thought of Harry's hands and mouth on him.)
So he tries a different angle other than engaging on suspicion, tilting his head with his tongue on his lower lip, wetting it slowly.]
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One can't say there's remorse for what he did or the things he said. Petre doesn't get remorse. If anything, he can just recognize that he could have played things out differently to have a more agreeable result.
(And then he remembers how John taunted him. The thought of Harry's hands and mouth on him.)
So he tries a different angle other than engaging on suspicion, tilting his head with his tongue on his lower lip, wetting it slowly.]
I need it pretty bad.