The question didn't feel as straight forward as it sounded; Harry's mind was a clutter of files, currently best illustrated by the controlled scattering of case exerts on the sunroom floor. It made him shift his stance, straightening his posture so that only the tips of his fingers graced the tabletop. Harry had turned to glance over at the fruits of his labour, as if that would reveal a coherent response to Draco's question. He wasn't sure where to begin.<br/>"I've narrowed down what I believe to be the cases of interest," Harry stated blankly, and while his choice of words was rather definitive, Harry was anything but sure in his own reasoning. "From 35 to about 15."<br/>He had started the morning certain that 35 cases was too many, expecting to be able to narrow down the field considerably if he copared them to oneanother. When Harry was left with thrice as many as initially expected, even judging them critically, Harry had come to doubt either the hypothesis or the approach. While there wasn't any dicernable pattern, they all followed a similar trajectory from identification to end, and he had reached a point where removing one meant having to remove all.<br/>"I think I need to justify it to someone," he admitted; though the concent wasn't foreign to him, it wasn't an excercise the two of them had ever really practiced together.<br/>His attention returned onto Draco, once again aware of how invaluable Draco had become for Harry's process. He smiled. "I need to make sure the exclusion criteria makes sense to you, too, if I could borrow you for a minute."