Pansy looked at Draco when spoken to, privately humoured at the question. No matter how Draco wanted it to be perceived, he rarely asked for her input in just this manner. She only barely swallowed a knowing smile, having seen Draco's interest being peaked.<br/>"Let's see it," she replied with professional indifference, stepping closer to Harry to assist in the task, having very little trust in a military man doing anything else than a sloppy job. "Do you have any others?"<br/>Pansy's question was directed towards Harry, though hardly asked on her own behalf. As she reached out for Harry's arm to fold up the shirt twice, hitting just below his elbow, she saw just how densely tattooed Harry's skin was.<br/>"Yeah," Harry offered, eyes on the fabric as it was carefully arranged. "The other's about the same."<br/>As if on cue, Pansy and Harry synchronously shifted to repeat the fold on his right sleeve. By how densely the skin covered Harry's skin, Pansy would be surprised if his tattoos didn't span beyond his arms.<br/>Finishing the task, Pansy stepped away from Harry with a glance in Draco's direction. She wanted to see if her friend had come to the same conclusion.<br/>Harry, too, looked at Draco for approval.<br/>"I don't mind it," Pansy eventually initiated, at least wanting to reply to Draco's initial question. "I say to disregard whatever your father might think. He can't well break you up already, the press is having a field day with you as it is."