Harry tipped his head, brushing his palm across the soft joint of his left elbow. Of many scars peppering his body, some significantly larger than others, his joint remained unmarred, Draco having taken his signature without leaving a mark.<br/>Harry could easily repeat it, if it moved the case forward.<br/>"You just let me know," he commited, letting his hand fall.<br/>His eyes returned onto Draco, as his hands inmediately became preoccupied by picking as his thumb. A smile pulled his mouth crooked. "Currently I don't have anything better to do."