Well, now. The game just got so much more interesting, to Draco's perspective. Justin had given him the perfect line for him to say what he wanted to say without making a right fool out of himself in front of the other. Clearly, though, Justin needed a few tips on interpreting Slytherins--particularly on how to pick up on important words in a sentence. Fancy usually meant one thing to a Slytherin, and it wasn't the dainty or expensive kind of fancy. Draco lifted a slow brow and stared solemnly back at Justin. If he had to take the first step in this, Draco would be all right with that, so as long as Justin took care of everything else. He grinned lightly, and let his gaze fixate on the other's before speaking finally.
"Oh, I like flying too, and Christmas--though mostly I like getting presents for Christmas. I like Quidditch and winning at Quidditch. I like potion-making and spell-creating, and hell, I even like Occlumency from time to time, but there's one thing I like more then all of that right now." Draco commented softly, then he licked his lips lightly. "That would be you, Justin, if you'd have me. I'm not rushing into this, for starters. I wouldn't have invited you over if I hadn't thought this carefully through. I do fancy you, quite a bit, actually. I know it's not the most typical relationship possible, but I really rather do fancy you, and if you say no I'll be terribly distraught..." Draco was babbling, as he often did when he was truly nervous in a situation. That last string of sentences just came out of his mouth and flowed together without hardly a break in them, and it really did look like Draco would never shut up. After all, as long as he dominated the conversation, Justin couldn't say no, right?