[ He regrets it as soon as the words come out of his mouth, betrayed by a deep blush that creeps down his neck, and with nowhere to hide, since Harry's looking up at him. Tim covers the bottom of his face with his hand and leaves the ipod to play, looking down and sighing through his lips before he explains. ]

Under normal circumstances, I think, you would buy new songs for it, but since there's no real currency here, I get credits I can trade for new ones every time I...um. Engage. Intimately.