Harry startled at the sound of Lucius' voice, the man having approached them from Harry's blind spot. It manifested itself in a twitch, years spent in the military engraining an instinctive urge to stand for his superior - it was hardly a surprise that Harry then and there didn't perceive Lucius as his in-law but, in fact, his boss.<br/>"Sir," he sputtered out, flustered at the possibility that he might have heard Harry say he'd like to take Draco home for the night, even if it was under the guise of Lucius' own narration.<br/>Harry never came to his feet, his weight too unsteady with his legs outstretched. Instead, what he managed to do in the time another man could've stood, was to straighten his posture, using his good foot to draw the prosthetic into a 90 degree bend at the knee.<br/>There, Draco objected to his father's suggestion, immediately silencing whatever apology he might have felt inclined to fumble. Hearing Draco stick to the charade, insisting to follow him home made Harry's lips part, yet knowing better than to believe himself part of this exchange.