For reasons unbeknownst to Harry, the combination of the eye contact, the sternness of Draco's words and the sheer<span style="font-style: italic">mental image</span>, Draco's words conjured, made the hairs of his neck stand. It took several moments for Harry to gather his thoughts even remotely, and for an even longer moment, Harry had to consider what course of action to take.<br/>He was certain the chill had changed his posture, and without doubt some of it had been expressed in his eyes as well.<br/>"Didn't mean to insinuate anything," he eventually attempted, but was unable to keep his eyes on Draco's, now that the other wasn't meeting his eyes. Inattentively, Harry's eyes flickered downward towards Draco's chest, before once again forcing it back onto Draco's reflection. "It was more of a,<span style="font-style: italic">I'd be dead anyway</span>kind of remark."<br/>Harry paused for another moment, before a grin appeared upon his features. "You're more than welcome to try, though."