How easily Malfoy dropped the subject he so violently introduced managed to unknit Harry’s brows. For a moment, he just looked at the other man with a sense of disbelief before, eventually, an equally confused smile pulled at his lips.<br/>He huffed a chuckle, a whisper of a laugh and a sign of complete disorientation. It was still too early for Harry to tell if age and solitude had made Malfoy this way, or if he had always been this odd.<br/>For now, Harry found it hard to fault him for him, given how unintrusive the line of questioning had turned out to be; he did, however, not fail to notice that Malfoy evidently hadn’t dropped his considerations, only stopping from speaking them out loud.<br/>"Either way," Harry, just as unapologetically, attempted to wrangle the conversation back on track. Despite himself, a grin remained at the corner of his mouth as he leaned back in, reaching for the oldest of the two maps.