Besides the needles, Harry grabbed a blue fabric chalk to do the rougher lines on the muslin pants, leaving it within reach. For a brief moment, Harry's hand hovered upon the needles, eventually picking up a couple. As Harry yet again glanced up at Draco, a warm smile was yet again on his lips.<br/>"I'm gonna touch you for a bit, is that alright?" As Harry spoke, his smile grew slightly crooked, as he turned the needles in his hand in order to face them the right way, but his voice remained soft, wanting to make it clear that Draco, after all, had ownership of his own body.