Draco’s comment brought a grin to Harry’s lips, though it was considerably obscured by the downturned angle of his chin. It hadn’t gone unnoticed that Draco’s eyes had dipped to his hands, too, finding it difficult not to indulge and allow himself a glance.<br/>His eyes remained on Draco as he shrugged the shirt off his shoulders, peeling it off by its cuffs.<br/>“It’s okay,” he said with a chuckle, hands on the back collar of his undershirts. They both came off swiftly, Harry’s eyes darting back up at Draco as he did a poor attempt of folding the tangle of shirts before discarding them, too. Despite every intention of remaining superficial and professional, a grin still tugged at the corner of his mouth.<br/>Both his hands finding the table edge, Harry sat back onto his desk. “You don’t have to be”