Draco's straight-forwardness surprised Harry, and for a moment he just stood looking at Draco's hand on top of his. Harry knew himself, and he had to take a moment to consider Draco's words. He knew they weren't going to do anything but sleep together, and Harry was fine with that, but him keeping his shirt off opened up for another kind of intimacy, and Harry wasn't sure if he would be able to separate one from the other.<br/>Inattentively, Harry's hand moved from the shirt to the scar tissue by his collarbones, scratching at a phantom itch. The scars left behind by the locket Harry had carried after being held captive in Malfoy Manor were in a sense new once more, and feeling slightly self conscious about them, Harry inhaled.<br/>"It's fine," he eventually said when he exhaled, raising his gaze a bit in order to meet Draco's. Once again eyeing the other, a small smile grew on his face.