"But of course," remarked Draco calmly enough as he motioned to the sofa now. Moving contently to lounge about on his own sofa, Draco glanced at the take-away dishes, then looked back at Justin skeptically. "Not sure what you fancy, but I've got some chicken and beef here, so help yourself," he offered, not letting his gaze leave Justin's. What Draco was dying to say...well, he couldn't bring himself to say it just yet. Draco knew he'd only come out sounding like a bloody idiot if he just blurted out the fact that he fancied Justin.