As Draco poured tea into the cup that had recently appeared on the table, Coote probably only thrilled that Draco was actually taking his tea sitting at the dinette today, he was struck by just how uncomfortable it was to have Potter in his home. Maybe it was just the fact that he had managed to hide from the public eye for so long, but there was something incredibly public about having Potter in his home, even if it was Potter alone and absolutely no others.<br/>“This is still quite new to me, so I am honestly trying to not expect too much from anything,” he stated, having very limited experience with the actual influence dark objects would have on a person; despite it being something that he had been desperate to study for years.<br/>This had not been the way he had hoped that a study like that would go for him, but he was going to take what he could get. It definitely seemed like a curse that the only way he was going to get source material would be through Potter, but it was something he was going to be willing to work through.<br/>“A regular dark object I can pick apart and look at its parts separately, can’t very well do that with you,” he stated, taking a sip from his tea. Black tea.