"Yeah, but you were still a first year and you caught it, so I think that outweighs the embarrassment, completely. I had to be dragged to the infirmary by your mate, Ron. Plus, wasn't someone messing with your broom anyway? That's pretty great, I think," Jack hoped he didn't sound like a sycophantic twat, but he remembered that game, as a second year and being completely amazed by it.
Jack put a few more lines on the paper, sitting back a little to look at it a moment before deciding he needed to add just a bit more - this was always the problem with some of his serious drawings, Jack didn't know where to stop sometimes. He bit his lip and looked as he listened to Harry, nodding a little. "Um well, I also like to touch people. Explore bodies and the like. If you spend a lot of time with someone, you get to know them. Like, not just sexual, but just lying next to someone on the bed and tracing their facial features. Its just a feel for the human body. And not having someone who minds it when you put your hands all over them, aye?"
He laughed a little and waggled his eyebrows, "But that's basically what I do with my eyes, here. I trace the features and somehow that translates into charcoal and yeah. This happens," Jack turned the sketch pad around and showed it to Harry. It definitely wasn't a caricature, more than just a sketch and oddly, Jack felt quite nervous about Harry's reaction.