And Scorpius has scooted away from the side of the table where she's gesturing rather forcefully. He's flushed pink in the face, grimacing in the hope she doesn't get firewhiskey everywhere with all her gesturing, and staring at the frost-covered wood beneath him.

"I never - "

He huffs a sigh, hot breath meeting the cold or a hiccup of smoke from too much firewhiskey. He's also semi-aware he's only arguing back because of the firewhiskey too.

" - I never said I was indestructible. I mean, I did wait until after I was done experimenting before I had the firewhiskey, didn't I? It could've been loads worse if I hadn't. And I wasn't going to stay out here, I just wanted to see the - Well, you know."

He gestures vaguely toward the sky with an airy wave of his hand.

A bit more softly and apologetically, "It's a nice night, isn't it?"