The wittiness of Harry's reply was greatly compromised by he kiss to his collarbone. With his eyes closed, the kiss caught him off guard, pitifully sending a shiver across his shoulders. It had made his breath hitch and, as he exhaled the tension that had formed, it sounded more like a hard-to-steady breath than an actual chuckle.<br/>"Alien and all?" Harry questioned, blindly grinning skywards. The shudder was still audible in his voice, making him sound more flustered than smug.<br/>Whatever sense of purpose his voice struggled to convey, Harry easier reflected through touch. Though his hand had only barely settled against Draco's skin, Harry withdrew it from beneath Draco's shirt. Instead, it came to lay flat against Draco's spine, more centered down Draco's back now that the shirt collar no longer posed a strain.<br/>There, Harry hummed as if in consideration. There was an almost boyish air to the sound, as Harry's hand made a loose fist around the fabric of Draco's shirt, fingers pulling the material upwards and gradually exposing the small of Draco's back.<br/>"Yeah," he commented with a laugh and feigned nonchalance; by then, the fabric had balled up enough that Harry's fingers could stretch out against Draco's skin, fingers trailing as far down either side of Draco's spine as Harry could reach. "I thought you had said so."