The reply made Harry blink again, an almost delirious sense of surprise. Muddled between conversations of curses and dark artefacts, the fact that Malfoy didn’t keep milk was, above anything else, a strangely personal tidbit to learn about him. It almost managed to bring a disoriented little smile to Harry’s lip, steadily feeling like he was losing his focus.<br/>"Plain’s fine," Harry reassured, his voice unexpectedly gentle. It wasn’t anything worth getting hung up about, and still Harry got the impression that it had sent Malfoy for a loop. He would have taken his tea as it had been served, had Malfoy not asked in the first place.<br/>Harry didn’t know how to address that, attempting to soothe it with a delayed, "Thanks."<br/>Instinctively, as if Malfoy had already offered him a cup, Harry had shifted forward in his seat. Not knowing how to proceed, if at all, his eyes drifted from Malfoy’s shoulders to the tabletop. Thoughtlessly, he brushed his palm across it, unsurprised to find it meticulously clean. "Do you do your work from here?"