Though terribly mundane, Draco's question still sent a shiver down Harry's spine.<br/>"I thought we were young, still," Harry pointed out, half a joke to his voice as he made no attempt to move.<br/>The reply carefully but effectively deflected from having to offer Draco a proper answer. No matter the ease of their interactions, and how seamless and quick this conversation had been, Harry still had to relearn how to interpret Draco's words and cues. Though Draco had just specified it didn't necessarily mean having sex<span style="font-style: italic">now</span>, Harry could not distinguish whether this change of pace was just one of such new nuances.<br/>So, as so many times before, Harry relaxed back against the couch, allowing Draco to set the pace. To Harry that always seemed to be the safer, more comfortable approach for the both of them. Now more than ever, Harry figured Draco would be able to properly voice any expectations he might have for the evening.<br/>With a delay, Harry continued with a grin.<br/>"Don't tell me you've suddenly out grown lying here with me," Harry challenged, the joke more effective this time around. Tenderly, Harry's hand trailed a length of Draco's spine, pushing as if searching for knots of tension. It made Harry's smile go crooked. "One night into fatherhood and your back's already giving you issues?"