Despite the giddy grin on Harry's lips, Draco's comment still sent a shiver down his spine. Part of it was the easiness of it, tossed in between a real conversation and thus preventing Harry from saying anything about it. Harry had to fight the urge to kiss Draco again, cutting him off mid conversation;<span style="font-style: italic">you can have more.</span><br/>"Yeah," he just chuckled out, trying to refocus his thoughs. His eyes were on the chicken thighs, tugging the skin away from the meat in order to shove a lemonrind beneath it.<br/>Only then becoming aware of the fact that he was doing a poor job of carrying the conversation did he properly turn towards Draco. Still keeping his hands to himself, Harry put the chicken aside for now.<br/>"You don't have to." The addition came so late it almost sounded timid, not wanting Draco to be pressured into anything.<br/>When Harry's eyes found Draco's, his smile went crooked. "He's a kid, give it two weeks and he'll have forgotten all about it."