"Oh nonono," began Daphne in a soft chastising voice, cheeks still aflame. Plymouth Morgan was going to kill her right in this corridor if he kept it up! There was only so much heat a human body could take, magical or not. But-But-But...thinking was difficult and everything was sort of hazy, and breathing was also difficult and standing too!

"Plymouth!" Daphne squeaked, trying to sink into her shoulders, as she tried frowning at him disapprovingly with heavy-lidded eyes.

Not in front of others!