"Yeah," Harry exhaled, gratefully and with such an infliction that it became obvious he hadn’t realized that that was a thing they could do. Rationally, Harry knew they could only be excused so many times, yet he felt like this conversation had warranted them a break.<br/>Despite being mentally at peace with how the conversation with Clingerman had transcribed, his heart was still leaping out of his system. Harry was perfectly aware of the adrenaline coursing through his system, something which was quickly becoming uncomfortable in a situation where he could do little else than to stay put and be on display.<br/>Needing no other encouragement, Harry took half a step backwards, effectively stepping out of the most intimate proximity of the embrace. Harry's hand had sipped from Draco's shoulder to his elbow, before, finally, letting go completely.<br/>"Do you want another glass of wine?" he asked, attention leaving Draco to instead glance around the room, thoughtlessly scanning the crowd for a server. The gesture coming up unfruitful, Harry's eyes yet again found Draco, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "It's going to be a long night."