With Clarke finally addressing Harry directly it suddenly felt pointless to pretend he wasn’t going to be an active part of the conversation going forward. Rising from his chair, Harry pulled it closer by the backrest, placing it by the table end of Draco’s desk, better centered between the two men to engage in fair conversation.<br/>It was evident that Harry had managed to rile Clarke by something as simple as challenging the scope of his requests, but Harry wasn’t drawing lines Clarke wouldn’t be aware of; it was, however, becoming frustratingly clear that the Ministry expected Draco to be held to different standards.<br/>“Does he?” Harry eventually asked when he sat back into his seat, eyes to Clarke. There was once again an ease to him, hands to the quarters of his jacket to avoid pinching the fabric as he settled.<br/>“He certainly doesn’t have to answer anything that’s in violation with his contract.”