Harry really wasn't expecting much of an answer, and certainly not a lengthy praise on his character and physique. He reminded himself to be more careful about the questions he asked in the future. He wasn't sure how to accept all the praise and compliments, but at the same time they sort of set him at ease. He certainly wouldn't ever consider himself to be gorgeous, he thought he was rather plain. Just a skinny pale bloke.
Instead of saying anything at first, he stood and crawled into the taller man's lap, settling himself sideways, his arms looping around Bastian's neck. "Thank you," He murmured softly, smiling up at the wizard. "It feels and sound like you already know me, and I kind of feel the same way about you. I guess that's why it's hard to keep my, er, urges under hand. I feel like we already know each other, there's already that level of comfort that I wasn't expecting. You're spontaneous, you do what you want and don't care what others think. You're a free spirit and don't like being confined by things like etiquette and personal space. You're playful, flirtatious, but I think you have a great heart. You forgive, you see beauty in small things like a sudden downpour," He paused, grinning and pressing his face into Bastian's neck. "You're loyal and you don't care what background someone comes from, you just care about who they are. Most pureblood wizards wouldn't have a friendship with their house elf, and you don't care. I love that about you." He gave the smooth skin of Bastian's neck a chaste kiss. "And talk about gorgeous..." He trailed off, chuckling.