Draco kept his gaze directed down at Millicent as she knelt before him. Seeing her reaction to his cock brushing her, Draco grinned impishly. Lifting his other foot, he shifted so that his achingly hard cock brushed her other cheek with it as he stepped into the pant’s other leg.
Caught off guard by the question, Draco didn’t respond immediately. “A fair point,” Draco mused. “Why would I have?” The edge in his tone told Millicent that he would quite frankly tell her why.
“But, that’s not the case anymore. Nor…is your other statement wholly accurate,” Draco told her. “You are plenty nice to look upon,” Draco told her in a rare moment of kindness, he tone softening as he spoke.