The admission, however on topic it might have been, felt like a bold and definite claim for their conversation; Malfoy had spoken it with more conviction than he had when he admitted to be fluent in French. Knowing what he did about Malfoy's activities through out the war, Harry was inclined to believe him.<br/>Feeling an equal sense of professional security in his own ability to see through charades, Harry had thought Malfoy to be genuine in their interactions, albeit reserved up until this very last moment. It made something within him flip, significantly more intrigued than affronted by the possibility that Malfoy had gotten a lie past him.<br/>It was all a lot, all of the sudden.<br/>"Better than he was at Legilimens," Harry agreed with a grin. The thrill of knowing Malfoy had outsmarted Voldemort at 16 had moments before been enough to make him laugh; now it showed on his cheeks instead. Nothing in his voice indicated that he was aware of the slight flush blooming across his cheeks. He was, of course, but he couldn't get himself to care enough about that to shy away from the conversation prematurely.<br/>"I wasn't," he offered as a point of reference to Malfoy's capabilities, a glint of unabashed interest in his eyes. "But then again I'm shod at Occlumency and I don't speak French."