Harry stood up when Malfoy confirmed that he would be able to do it immediately, the weight of either exhaustion or reluctancy slowing his movements. He took a few steps away from his desk to ease their mobility. In expectation Harry thoughtlessly pushed up the sleeve of his sweater, starting on undoing the button of his dress shirt underneath.<br/>It was only once standing, Malfoy approaching with the vial, that Harry even considered that maybe he should have had his reservations about the whole ordeal. Extracting a signature was far from everyday magic, and failure to maintain it stable through-out could be detrimental to both parties involved; nothing permanently damaging, but certainly enough to warrant another few days in bed, his centre of gravity disturbed.<br/>Harry realized he had no reason to put that much faith in Malfoy’s capabilities; but then again, no reason to doubt them, either.<br/>"I’m fine," Harry responded, a small smile at tugging at the corner of his mouth at the sudden care audible in Malfoy’s voice. He rolled up the shirt sleeve past his elbow, his smile widening at the bare skin, blue veins visible at the joint.<br/>Harry offered Malfoy his arm, palm upturned, as his gaze resettled on Malfoy’s eyes. "Don’t care much to look at it, but I’m fine. Go ahead."