Harry could tell how the dynamic had shifted, both of them aware of how they were saying things to one another. It wasn't that this interaction was hard to keep up with; they had yet to engage in any conversation that properly tested their act. Harry, however, found that the tenderness had come more effortlessly when he had a hand on Draco.<br/>"Pinot grigio," Harry repeated with a smile, a pointless little gesture more than anything.<br/>His smile widened as he took a step out of the conversation, angling himself as if ready to head towards the bar. His eyes, however, had lingered on Draco, as the smile inevitably grew into a grin. "A glass? A bottle?"