"So would I. Something tells me we should probably snatch up whatever fun there is."

Billy watches Draco with interest as he slips around him -- and into a seat. He's quick to follow... and now that that spell really is doing the trick at fending off the heat, he doesn't see any reason to not scoot close again, sliding until his shoulder is pressed against Draco's. Any usual reserve is out the window with how much celebration he's done.

He brings his drink up to his lips, looking at the other from the corner of his eye. "So, what sort of fun do you usually get up to anyway? Maybe we can make it happen here."