"I'll sleep in clothing when I die, and not a day before. Joggers, barbaric. But we do need more than the one outfit. Clean or not the monotony is getting to me. Clothes, food, all of it. Same same same. We should raid my manor as soon as possible."
Draco pursed his lips, half frowning at Potter because really, he shouldn't be able to drink like that and not show it. He was too pleasantly buzzed to be truly worried about it, but still. Couldn't be healthy.
"Just because you have a perfect arse doesn't mean I'll admit to checking you out, Potter. You'll have to get me a lot drunker or flirt a lot harder for that." He couldn't help letting his eyes drift toward the hidden bit of anatomy though. Stupid blanket, blocking the view.
"Though I will admit, the scruffy look suits you."