At that, Harry snorted a laugh, and utilizing the blind spot of the shower stalls, he pushed open the door.<br/>"Nah, mate, I call bluff on that - there's no way cardio's worse on my heart than weightlifting," he countered, a laugh still in his voice as he wrapped the towel around his hips. He now realized he would have to return to the cover of another stall in order to at least get partially dressed. With his feet still wet, Harry ventured back out to the sinks, one hand on his hip gripping the towel.<br/>As he passed behind Draco, Harry turned in order to find the other's reflection with a grin on his lips. "You sure you're not just saying it because<span style="font-style: italic">you'd</span>enjoy being witness to my struggles?"