Though Harry had hardly expected anything else given the size of the manor, it still eased his breathing. In the pit of his stomach, he realized it had offered some confirmation that Malfoy didn’t intend on locking the Manor doors behind him before leaving to do his work off site. He nodded in confirmation.<br/>"Makes sense," he agreed, and though it was filled with good intention there was as little real substance in his voice, as there was in the gesture of offering him tea. It didn’t mean Harry had appreciated the sentiment any less, though, so he willed a little smile, delayed.<br/>He leaned forward, both elbows on the small table. Force of Muggle-raised habit, Harry picked off his glasses before they could steam up, abandoning them onto the table without folding them.<br/>"The tests you said you would run," Harry asked through the steam rising between them, Malfoy just barely within his depth of focus. Shifting forward had his fingers thoughtlessly finding bowl of the cup, relishing the scorching heat of the porcelain even in the tentative warmth of the English spring. He was feeling the loss of layers, and while the tea soothed the chill it didn’t keep the exhaustion at bay.<br/>The sparse information Malfoy had offered up about the tests made it hard to form a confident sentence. Harry paused for a moment, before accepting the utterly transparent, "Do you need me for those? Now, that is."