Draco's tease sent needles down Harry's spine. Maybe it had been the simple act of stating that Draco was intoxicated, but Harry suddenly found that Draco's little thills and teases came too quick and too inhibited for them to be disingenuous. They were, of course; it didn't stop Harry from shuddering when Draco's shoulder leaned against his, though.<br/>"You are," Harry foiled with a surprised chuckle,  no point in maintaining otherwise. It was hard to interpret the impression Draco had gotten of him, whether or not he understood every single of his mannerism as an act. Harry wasn't playing pretend about this, fairly certain he would find Lucius Malfoy to be utterly rubbish company.<br/>He turned to glance over at Draco, heat helplessly pooling at the pit of his stomach at the continuous confirmation that he<span style="font-style: italic">still</span>seemed to have Draco's full attention.<br/>It made a dumbly crooked smile appear onto Harry's lips desperately trying to keep the bounds of the conversation within reason, as they once again approached the manned coat check. "But a town car's still nicer than a cab."