A trick of the perspective and depth of field, the floor disappeared from beneath him when Malfoy leaned down, even with glasses on struggling to adjust to the change of distance. It made him blink, forcing Malfoy into focus as the other had moved even closer.<br/>The touch to his chest offered a merciful distraction, eyes dipping to see Malfoy’s pale, ink-stained finger circle a nondescript point on Harry’s chest. It made Harry’s mouth go dry.<br/>"More or less," he replied with delay, not wanting to commit to a specific temperature, especially not given the fact that he’d been sat idle and shirtless for a while. The truth remained, however, that he didn’t feel any colder than usual.<br/>When Harry’s attention returned onto Malfoy, he saw his mind working, seeing the other try and fit that fact into a diagnosis. Pre-emptively, though not entirely comfortably, Harry added an awkward, "Have been since childhood, I don’t think it has to do with this."