As Malfoy mused over the information, Harry kept perfectly quiet, feeling himself being balanced on a knife’s edge. If Malfoy was to refuse him again, Harry would be at a loss as to how to proceed; it would be absolutely disheartening having Malfoy confirm that there were reasons for suspicion yet fold in the last moment, disinterested in helping the cause.<br/>Harry hadn’t been aware of the fact that he had been holding his breath until Malfoy finally agreed and the pressure lifted from his chest. He nodded slowly in confirmation, relief bubbling over in his chest as he exhaled.<br/>"I can do that," Harry said, unable to fight a grin from forming across his lips.<br/>While he hadn’t been able to adequately explain why he had such high hopes for Malfoy’s capabilities, the simple mention on equipment sent a thrill down Harry’s spine. He had quickly grown tired of the scratch of aimless detection spells the Healer’s kept offering when he had showed up at St. Mungos, frustrated at their lack of answers.<br/>"I’ll bring you the incident report from Towthorpe; by then I should have the Floo diagnostics, too," he offered, the promise in his voice showing no remorse with his intention of showing Malfoy classified documents. He had managed to capture Malfoy’s interest, and Harry was willing to offer anything that might help keep it until next week.