Tempting as it were to just blurt out a<span style="font-style: italic">yes</span>, Harry actually seemed to consider it. His eyes didn't leave Draco as his consideration manifested itself physically. Cutting the curl in half, Harry paused for a couple of seconds with his elbows bent at a rough 90 degrees, the weight hovering mid air in front of him.<br/>When he finally made up his mind, his smile became crooked as his tongue thoughtlessly rested against the corner of his mouth.<br/>"Not gunna lie, the bar is rubbing me the wrong way." The comment was more of a joke than an actual complaint, but he finally finished the curl, wanting to illustrate. As the bar brushed against the natural point of contact with his skin, it very accurately bumped against the slight bulge of the pacemaker, before slipping over it and fully resting against the plane of Harry's clavicles.<br/>Harry remained silent for a moment, before his grin became a dangerous tease. "Can you see what I mean, doc, or do you need me to remove my shirt?"