It was strange to see Harry trying so hard. He had always just assumed that Harry had just forgotten about him after the war, or at least forgotten about what they had been to each other. It was what he had tried to do after all, and it was what made the most sense. He didn't want to say yes to something that Harry might regret later. He knew exactly how many potions Harry had been drinking, and exactly how they worked on him, so he wouldn't dare it. He refused to set himself up for disappointment. "Come back when you are sober, and I will consider it."