Paul nodded, finding little urgency in that task. Everything he had seen was a testament to meticulous and thorough work, and he had no immediate necessity to confirm it.<br/>“I’ll finish up this room, and we’ll go look at it,” he huffed, pushing himself up to an upright position, feeling his forties creeping nearer in the ache of his knees.<br/>He sent a glance to the enchanted quill filling out his running bureaucracy. “The primary exit passes assessment 93 A through, uh, F. Check no to downward drift, 94.”<br/>When the quill resumed checking the markers Paul had asked of it, his attention returned to Malfoy, more amicably able to engage in small talk.<br/>“Insufficient warding of the subterrain’s one of the most common issues with home workspaces,” Paul noted, flipping his wand in his fingers to point the tip towards the flooring, emphasizing his point. “Bleeds through the groundwater.”<br/>His eyes had drifted, looking around the room for the next point on his agenda. While doing so, his eyes found Potter, who for the past while hadn’t contributed much to the conversation.<br/>“Comfortable there?” Paul poked fun at him, making the younger Auror grin. “Right at home, the loaf.”<br/><br/>Harry had admittedly been paying more attention to the way Draco carried himself than to the particular test Paul was carrying out; being addressed made him perk up, and then smile.<br/>“Perfectly,” Harry agreed, making a point of not straightening his posture.<br/><br/>Unable to think of anything that could counter that, Paul just huffed, his attention returning to Malfoy, who was proving a better aid than Potter.<br/>“Any other exits behind any of the book cases?” he asked, out of courtesy and not because he wouldn’t check himself. “Deep storage?”