Harry hummed at that, not appearing opposed to that suggestion. His eyes had dipped, thoughtlessly following the pattern his palm was mapping out across Draco's stomach. For a moment, his movements stalled, seemingly considering pushing his luck and allowing his fingers to dip under the fabric in search for Draco's bare skin.<br/>Eventually, he exhaled another hum.<br/>"I should cook," he said, both a smile and a frown appearing onto his features.<br/>Abandoning its task, Harry's hand moved to Draco's hip. Though Harry tugged at the fabric by the belt loop, there was barely a suggestion to it - other than, perhaps, urging the other upright. Harry's smile widened another bit. "Haven't cooked in a while."