Harry’s smile shifted a little, bringing a brief but noticeable air of boyishness to his expression. The comment simply caught him off guard, trying to process what had compelled Draco to describe it as such; and, really, wondering if it was spoken as praise.<br/>Harry was happy to work it out, heat blooming in the pit of his stomach at the prospect.<br/>“But you did,” he smiled; even if Draco had called him<span style="font-style: italic">bossy </span>as a critique he had moved close enough that Harry could kiss him if he leaned in. It was difficult not to relish in how easily Draco had come when asked. “You’re so good to me; you make it so easy to ask.”