Harry was surprised at the honesty, well aware that Malfoy knew this to be no a poor excuse to get access to a signature. Besides being considered highly confidential and protected under privacy laws, it would be hard for Harry to justify why he needed his own data. For now, the letter he had written offered no explanation, and for a moment, Harry seemed inclined to refuse Malfoy if he was unable to find a better justification.<br/>Harry had both won information and wasted resources and time on gut feelings. In the end, Harry decided Malfoy deserved the same amount of grace as anybody else on his team, though seemingly finding it hard to adjust to that interpretation of who exactly that team encompassed.<br/>He made a face at that, a dire realisation that he was about to trust Malfoy on this – or at the very least encourage it.<br/>He straightened his posture, flipping the envelope to address it.<br/>"Coote," Harry said into the room. In any other circumstance, Harry would have felt certain the elf was barred from the room, but lunch had just recently manifested itself upon Harry’s vague request. "Is Tango here?"<br/>Harry had lost track of his owl between what post had been mailed to the Manor and what had filtered through Grimmuald and the Floo. "Do you mind calling for her?"<br/>Eyes returning onto Malfoy, Harry shifted in his seat, far enough to reach the window hinge.<br/>"May I?" he asked, no longer as worried for the wards triggering, but at the knowledge that he was inviting an owl into the fragile ecosystem of Malfoy’s study.