Harry seemed surprised at that comparison, hardly finding that argument applicable. Certainly, the spell was similar if not the same, but the casual devaluation of Harry’s worth as a person made him grin again, humoured that Malfoy had deemed him comparable to an object to avoid the compliment.<br/>"Can’t bed-rid an object, though," he pointed out, well-meaning, as he brushed his fingers over the thin skin of his elbow joint. The healing magic still shimmered there, making Harry drop his hand as to not disturb it.<br/>Wanting to anticipate another dismissing understatement of Malfoy’s capability, Harry reached out, patting a single, appreciative praise to Malfoy’s upper arm.<br/>"Nice work," Harry said, genuine, hand already off Malfoy. He took a step backwards out of the intimacy of their stance, eyes drawing to his unrolled sleeve to readjust it. "Now justify it."<br/>The addition, spoken coyly and juvenile, was accompanied by a crooked grin glanced up at Malfoy as he redid his button; a challenge more than a demand.