Harry looked at Draco out of the corner of his eye, a grin bright on his features as he finally stepped closer to the weights. Whether or not Harry would have chickened out on that basis remained unanswered, as he instead turned his attention to the matter at hand.<br/>"I'm just flattered you think I can lift that much, is all," he said, only halfway a joke. Thoughtlessly, he pushed at the bar with his right instep, not surprised when the bar barely moved. It was only then Harry's eyes one again found Draco's, this smile still toothy but softened by the genuine remark.<br/>"How do you want me?" he asked, eyes still on Draco. The question seemed to mindlessly tug at Harry's eyebrows, a twitch mirrored by the way the corner of Harry's mouth tugged upward.<br/>"Missionary? Face to face?" he teased, as he stepped over his assigned weights, turning his front properly towards Draco while still being able to properly grip the bar. "No view of my arse, though, but you can enjoy my face."