"No, I suppose he isn't." Any compliment from Draco was certainly hard-won and Harry knew that more than anyone. Aside from his two best friends, Draco was perhaps the only one who didn't let Harry's rather unwelcome celebrity status change their view of him. That battle had been fought by so many more than just Harry, yet he somehow felt as if he was unduly given all the credit. Harry wanted nothing more than to fade slightly into the background, surrounded by his friends and their families, and not hounded by people looking to meet him under false pretenses.
Harry certainly felt Fenris's eyes on him though he did his best to act as if he wasn't a bit nervous about it. "Oh," Harry muttered softly. He wasn't sure he had ever heard of someone with that sort of sensitivity before, though it didn't seem impossible. "Well, I suppose a good start would be to see if you're sensitive to a small enchanted item. Could you give me a moment?"
Sliding his chilly cup of tea back towards him, Harry pulled out his wand and cast a quick little quietening charm on the cup. "Does this cause that same discomfort," Harry asked, offering up the cup to Fenris.