Harry hummed, his answer muffled by the way he rubbed the shaving cream across his cheeks, his eyes still on Draco's reflection. When the other shifted his focus, Harry thoughtlessly turned his upper body in order to follow Draco's eye and glance down at the palette in Draco's hand.<br/>Before he even registered that he had done it, Harry had once again straightened his posture and started washing the cream off his hands. "Yeah, I'm - I'm going out for drinks with a friend of Dante's."<br/>Finding it to be the first time Harry had said it out loud, at least having phrased it like that, he felt his cheeks go flushed. The comment, casual as it might have been intended, was heavy with implications and Harry didn't know how to address it. So, he wet his razor under the running water and continued as if nothing had been implied. "I'm still on a diet, though, so I'll have to see about the quality of non alcoholic drinks in a uni town."