Harry accepted the glass, looking at Malfoy with a sense of intrigue over the rim of it as he took a drink. He was surprised to see him join him on the couch rather than to resettle in the armchair, feeling his heart draw up into his throat with unwarranted expectation. It was nothing, Malfoy was of course free to roam freely in his own home, but it had Harry changing his posture, shifting into the corner to better accommodating the change of speaking distance.<br/>"It’s part of my job," he dismissed, hearing what Malfoy was fishing for him to admit. Even though Harry might get different processing times, he would firmly maintain that he wasn’t allowed to view documents that were above his paygrade.<br/>Harry was, despite it all, not unaware of why Malfoy might have thought that. It drew another, unwilling little smile from him. He rested his arm against the backrest, picking at a seam.<br/>"People want to be helpful," Harry eventually confessed, grin only widening.