Harry half-heartedly tried straightening out his shirt, though he made no attempt to untangle the shirt from the vest. Eventually that, too, was dropped in the armchair, and Harry reequipped himself with his glasses. His attention was immediately back on Malfoy, whose silhouette once again stood sharp against the background.<br/>Harry was surprised to find a blush high on Malfoy’s cheeks.<br/>For a moment, Harry stalled, surprised that<span style="font-style: italic">that </span>was the boyish innuendo that had finally managed to embarrass Malfoy; If only because<span style="font-style: italic">sideways on your chair</span>had also had Harry’s mind do a double take. Uncertain as to how they had gotten there, Harry couldn’t contain a smile, surprised but humoured.<br/>"Whatever's comfortable for you," Harry insisted with a smile, unable not to despite the clear flush on Malfoy’s face.<br/>Wanting to spare him of any further suffering, Harry stepped away from Malfoy’s desk, not wanting to say anything that would actively discourage Malfoy from carrying out his test.<br/>When Harry reached his desk, he pulled his chair out from it, though he hesitated to sit in it just yet. In the back of his mind, Harry was pitifully aware that the imagery of Malfoy approaching him, seated and shirtless, was too tied up and muddled with other connotations that he didn't trust himself for his cheeks not to bloom a matching shade of pink.