There was something about the way that Harry always seemed to bring up something incredibly mundane while they were deep in it that always made Draco’s head spin. Maybe it was just the acknowledgment that they both existed outside of this particular situation, and that they existed to<span style="font-style: italic">each other</span>outside of this situation, but it seemed to get him every single time.<br/>“Why?” He managed, head still spinning from the short kiss, as he sat down on the edge of the bed, pulling Harry with him and helping him undoing the clasps.<br/>“Tired of being the only one with a 20 step undressing routine?” He asked with a crooked grin, pushing at the first of Harry’s many layers.