"I don't know that I could, um, call him Draco. Though I guess Mr. Malfoy is, well, weird. I can't promise anything with Scorpius, either. But, I'll tell him. Savannah, well, she's Jamie's friend. Not mine. But, if it comes up, okay."
Sexual slavery? Albus just frowned, because he could not imagine what could have ever brought that up. But he could see that he'd said the wrong thing. The open, relaxed expression on Harry's face was gone, leaving a guarded look that was a lot more familiar.
"I'm not, um, I'm not, blaming, you. It's, um, I won't, won't say anything, um, if you don't, don't want. Just, yeah, um. I'll let you guys..." He gestured, not quite able to find the words to say 'get on with yourselves.'