"Yeah, why?" Harry answered before even thinking twice about the context of the question. He had been looking at his own reflection, rubbing at the blushing part of his skin where the band had been tight. As he turned, his hand was still against his sternum, where the actual heart rate monitor had left a square indentation in his skin; it was only upon locking eyes with Draco that Harry seemed to fully understand the question.<br/>"Aw, come on, Doc, don't start this," he teased, a crooked, toothy grin on his lips. Instead of turning back towards his own reflection, he lent his hip against the counter, turning to fully face Draco. Almost accusingly, Harry crossed his arms. "What do you want me to do? Go on a run with a paramedic, just in case?"