Pansy remained standing for a moment, before running her hand across Draco's shoulders. The caress was gentle but exasperated, and when her palm swiped across Draco's spine, she had to suppress the urge to pinch the nape of his neck as a reprimand.<br/>"I think you're fooling yourself, phrasing it like that," she replied, retrieving her hand, shifting to place the kettle back onto the table. The simple fact that she wasn't looking at Draco anymore had softened her voice a fraction, though she still seemed far from impressed by the situation.<br/>With a soft exhale, she sat herself at the table, immediately making herself comfortable by resting her legs onto the empty chair by her side. She crossed both her ankles and arms before her eyes once again found Draco.<br/>It visibly took her some effort to rain in the criticism, some of the strain audible in how stiff her question came out. "How're you holding up?"