"Your charms do not have any effect," Iliya replies, with a severity that only works because Cameron can't see the colour of his face, or how he grins afterwards.

He slides an arm around Cameron's waist, making himself comfortable. It's not totally comfortable, not with how angular they both are, but Iliya refuses to move until he's forced to. "I will be seventeen next month. Age of majority in England. Not like here." He yawns, very quietly. Sleep is starting to become tempting. "Do you know what you will do after graduation?"