At that, Harry seemed to relax. He exhaled slow and steady, trying to give himself enough time to process Draco's words. In the end, Harry decided Draco was probably right, even though Harry had not once found anything about Draco to be<span style="font-style: italic">a lot</span>. Regardless, it was both comforting and deeply touching for Draco to frase it like that.<br/>On the second exhale, Harry hummed.<br/>"Yeah," he said. Some of the initial worry had left his voice. "I guess its nice we can be dirty together."<br/>Having said that, Harry turned to his side, wanting to move closer to Draco. In the back of his mind he realized it would only be a matter of moments before Draco urged them onwards, and Harry wanted to make the most of this moment. Shamelessly, he tucked his head under Draco's jaw, pressing the bridge of his nose to the soft skin on Draco's neck. "How did you frase it? Done dirty?"