The simultaneous broad and specific request made Harry look back up at Malfoy; though his mind was already elsewhere, this time, his attention stayed with the other man. The Ministry was a massive organisation, and still to this day, Harry was continuously surprised by the existence of increasingly niche departments; there really was no easy way of telling where relevant material could be stored and managed. Even more so out of office, essentially forcing him to look for it blind.<br/>Still, the argument with Robards still fresh in his mind, Harry decided it was worth the logistical nightmare; just as much as he wanted Malfoy to have the tools to succeed in his work, Robards disagreeing with the way Harry conducted his work had left a knot of resentment in Harry’s chest, peeved enough to want to prove him wrong.<br/>In the end, Harry nodded, slowly as if already considering what that might entail.<br/>"Alright," Harry said, a definitiveness to his voice. While he had, historically, pushed Malfoy for specifics, this was for once enough to go on.<br/>His eyes had dipped to the parchment left over from his letter to Robards, jotting down an itemized list a third down the page, thoughts currently on that rather than the introduction paragraph and greeting; he’d have to get back to that. "Consider it done."