Harry just smiled at that, having to fight the urge to huff out a laugh. Lucius Malfoy had been almost painfully to the point about what he needed of Harry; Harry, however, didn't know what Draco's expectations were, nor how involved he had been in the decisionmaking progress. Whether or not Draco was being sarcastic was hard to read, but Harry, carefully so, didn't think Draco appeared to be disappointed.<br/>"Thank you," he answered, following the man inside.<br/>Once inside and on equal footing, the softer lighting allowed Harry to get a better look at Draco. Despise dressing in what Harry thought to be modern but<span style="font-style: italic">proper</span>clothes, he only now noted that Draco had painted his eyes. Though his attention lingered that little distance above meeting Draco's eye, he didn't seem displeased.<br/>"I believe we've met before," Harry said, not knowing where that came from, when he refocused his gaze onto Draco's. Even saying that they had crossed paths was probably a stretch, but Harry didn't know how else to familiarize the stranger who was to be his date for a gala a few days in the future. Harry's smile was pleasant and attentive when he continued. "I don't think we were introduced, though. I did some work for your father a few years ago."