He couldn't help returning another almost-smile. He supposed it was contagious. Or maybe he was just nervous. "Of course."
Draco got to his feet at the same time, hands falling stiffly by his sides as he wondered what to say. He was glad she spoke first. Draco laughed softly at her remark. "You can tell people. I don't care," he said honestly. Pansy already wants to murder me anyway, so it doesn't make much difference, he thought. "Thanks for coming by. Maybe... if you think of anything else, you can visit again. If you'd like." He reached up and smoothed out his platinum blond hair - a nervous habit.