Theo pondered ignoring most of Draco's quibs about his sleeping patterns, but decided there was no point. He did sit though, taking a cup of tea as the thought of food made him feel nauseous rather than hungry.
'I didn't know you worried so much about your elves' feelings,' he said before taking a sip. 'And I do sleep, at night time, when you insist on working.' He knew Draco too well to buy into his act of the lazy pureblood, he could hardly believe that others did. Of course one of the reasons he knew how late Draco worked was because he didn't sleep properly at night, but that was needless to mention. It wasn't as if he wasn't trying.