Harry took a seat when offered but didn’t pull the chair into the table, his side slightly turned towards Malfoy as he stretched his legs. It made Harry’s hands fall at his lap rather than onto the table, if nothing else then out of common courtesy. The angle also better permitted him to make out precisely what Malfoy was reading, even if upside down on the table.<br/>Before Harry could comment on it, another porcelain cup appeared onto the table. A moment after, a pitcher of steamed milk. Harry considered it for a moment, before picking off his glasses and helping himself to a cup.<br/>"What have you gotten to?" Harry asked when he relaxed back into the chair. His voice was pleasant and conversational as if it had been a work of fiction Malfoy was reading, and not Harry’s own medical records. With a delay, a smile appeared over the edge of the cup when he lifted it to his lips. "Is it any good?"