Harry's smile appeared before the chuckle left his lips, humoured and not offended my Draco's bluntly polite phrasing. More than reverence, the tone spoke of genuine familiarity and transpacency between them, and Harry could never fault that.<br/>"No, please interrupt me," Harry pleaded with a huffed laugh. He inched backwards with his chair, before habitually turning to sit on it askew, no longer neding Draco to state the orders if proceedings.<br/>He leaned his shoulder agaist the backrest as he lazily started to undo hus cuffs, smile present at the corners of his mouth. "This case's starting to feel like I'm caught on a loop."