By Harry’s own standards, he already was. His attention remained fixated on Malfoy, his face tipped down towards Harry’s arm, completely focused on the work ahead. Harry was equally entranced, Malfoy doing a better job of keeping his thoughts occupied than anything else in the room. Though Harry knew this wasn’t a diagnostic spell, Harry was still trying to read any conclusions as they might dawn upon Malfoy’s features.<br/>Harry did what he could to keep steady, keeping a steady breath through the cut, the cold metal against his skin barely making him jump. He exhaled as the knife drew across his skin.<br/>"Doesn’t it ever get in the way?" Harry said once the knife’s edge had left his skin, daring to fill the silence without worrying about ruining the cut. "Your hair."<br/>The way Malfoy was angled left the blond hair cascade down in a curtain between them, partially obscuring Malfoy’s features. Though Harry didn’t look down to confirm it, it must have been dangerously close to dragging through the beads of blood, tainting the white-blond strands. Harry had to fight the urge to push it behind Malfoy’s ear, if only to prevent it from staining; though, despite his question, Harry doubted that would ever be the case.