Hearing that, Harry couldn't help but instinctively glance towards Draco's left forearm. It was a bit of an assumption - Draco hadn't<span style="font-style: italic">really</span>said he wanted<span style="font-style: italic">that</span>covered, but even just the reminder of<span style="font-style: italic">it</span>made Harry's heart drop. Painfully aware of the fact that he was staring, Harry quickly moved his eye's back up to Draco's, doing his best not to think about how Draco's forearm looked these days.<br/>"It's a matter of preferences," Harry repeated, momentarily incapable of gathering his thoughts enough to form a new sentence. "At least your skin is fair enough for colours to be properly opaque," he continued, in another dumb attempt to keep his thoughts from wandering. "I've got a few ones with colour but they're not all as bright as I might have wanted them to be."