"I will not be toyed with." Tom shot back, taking an equal stride backwards.
"And I would not have so." Wolf took a step forward. "If you say age is really all that stopped us from indulging than what should stop you from this one day?"
"Perhaps there are some trunks best left locked." He took a step back.
"Where is your sense of adventure?" Another step forward for Wolf.
"I am not a foolish Gryffindor." He bit off before he could stop himself as he slid backwards.
"I saw by your robes. A cunning Slytherin. A good match." Forward.
"And if I don't wish to bed an arrogant impetuous Gryffindor?" He winced as he stepped back into the window.
Wolf eased the last step forward, trapping him against the glass, insinuating one muscled thigh between his legs.
"I would say you are far too late to run."