Harry couldn't help but look at Draco as he revealed another surprising layer of clothing. As Draco took his coat of, Harry's right hand instinctively reached for his left wrist to tug his sleeve down, only to realize that he wasn't wearing the shirt he had intended. Instead, he was wearing the same mauve t-shirt he had been wearing the whole day, and compared to Draco he suddenly felt underdressed. Harry's eyes clung to Draco, as if he was still getting used to seeing the other in his flat. Draco's clothes were very different from what Harry so far had (ever) seen him in, but it didn't feel as foreign as it would have been expected - somehow, it made a lot of sense for Draco too look like that.<br/>"Um," Harry said as it took him a second to realize that Draco had asked a question. Harry eventually dragged his eyes of off Draco (and his chest, and his jewellery, and...) to instead look over his shoulder towards the pots on the burners in the small kitchen behind him. "Coconut curry hake," he said, as he once again turned to face Draco, this time properly looking him in the eyes, and a smile slowly appeared on his lips (though he almost sounded genuinely worried as he spoke:) "I hope there aren't any other allergies I should have known of."