Harry had been looking at Draco while the other had scanned his flat, and Harry couldn't help but smile a toothy grin when Draco finally met his eyes. "Thank you," he said as a genuine answer to both comments. Harry's hand had remained at his wrist, and as he finally broke the eye contact to look pointlessly around the tiny room (as if trying to look at his home through Draco's eyes), his hand moved inattentively upwards towards his biceps. "I mean it's filled with junk," he eventually said after a silent moment of evaluating his (and Teddy's) possesions. "- but so far so good," he eventually concluded as he once again looked at Draco with a grin.<br/>Harry's eyes lingered another long moment on Draco, before seeming to remember the context of their conversation. "But yea, come in, sit wherever you want. I-uh," he said as he once again turned towards the kitchen. "- I have some white wine and beer," he said, now with his back completely turned towards Draco, as he had opened the fridge to look inside it.