Uninvited (because he's always uninvited) Uriah claims the spot in front of the fire, right next to Presley. He squeezes himself in on the log, making space where clearly there wasn't enough. Like this it's easy to move in close, one hand on the seat behind Presley, and whisper in his ear:

"Now's your chance to make a move on MG," he croons, "starry skies, crackling fire—"