The more Draco said, the more Harry was convinced he was lucid dreaming. Granted, the setting was uncommonly plain for a lucid dream, but he found it hard to believe Draco was actually saying those things to him.<br/>"You'd think so," he attempted with a laugh, far too drunk to have any better way of avoiding the compliment than to joke about it. In reality, Harry didn't think he was anything close to being handsome.<br/>Seemingly having forgotten about the cutlery in his hand, Harry finally laid it down on the table next to him. As his eyes returned to Draco, he gripped the table edge on either side. "I've been told I'm good looking even despite my scar, though, but I don't really think that counts."