One eyebrow arched, his smile half-quirked, expression bemused after that. “Don’t apologize for needing a friend, and I won’t apologize for making you stay rather than letting you walk out when you tried.” Draco inched back so he could lean against the headboard, half sitting, one leg bent to disguise morning discomfort. That half smile lingering, he reached out to tuck one sleep-tangled lock of hair back from Mandy’s face. “That would hardly be polite, to ask my guest to prepare her own breakfast, but I wouldn’t say no to a bit of help. Of course, the true worry is whether Alyssa decided to feed herself and the twins on their own.”
Was it awkward? Perhaps, yes, but Draco chose not to think about it. It was a measure of trust, after all, that he had shed his shirt in front of her. He barely remembered that, but he trusted his own subconscious; it often had better judgement than if he stopped to think.