Harry just shrugged, a small smile on his lips. It pleased Harry that Draco found it funny (Harry himself hadn't particularly, in the moment) but now, he couldn't help but smile himself. He was just about to speak, his lips slightly parted, as he felt a sting to his thigh. Harry's expression changed immediately to an annoyed grimace, as he leant a bit back into his chair so that he could fumble the object out of the pocket of his trousers.<br/>"Fuck me," Harry muttered under his breath as he once again rested his elbows on the table with a Galleon between his fingers. A frown was on his face as he silently watched the coin, before once again groaning. "I'm so sorry, work-" he started as he glanced upward, his eyes for the first time catching sight of the menu in front of Draco. The fact that Harry had blabbered for so long, that they hadn't even had a chance to order their food made Harry's stomach turn.<br/>"Dinner," he then stated, as his eyes finally met Draco's. His expression softened moments after into something more apologetic as he continued: "I really have to get back to work, I'm sorry, please let me invite you to dinner; I'm usually not on call at night."