Even though Draco had been the one to ask Kreacher to make the tea, he really hadn’t expected a spread quite of this magnitude. As he glanced over at the house elf, it was clear that he was about to explode from nerves, something that made Draco feel ill at ease. He wasn’t exactly used to anyone being this eager to plead him specifically, but he also knew better than to try and distract a devoted house elf from the duties they felt were theirs.<br/>“Thank you, this’ll do,” he said, knowing that Kreacher was going to keep staring until he said something about the spread. It had likely been a long time since the house elf had gotten to serve anyone he deemed to be worthy of having tea in the old Black house and Draco wanted to do his best to live up to that.<br/>Unsure how to really handle himself, feeling that he had already taken too much control in Harry’s home, but he also didn’t feel like he could step back now. Needing to make a decision, Draco sat down on the couch in front of the extravagant spread.