Draco was reassured by her soft kisses and her words. They didn't need to define what had just passed between them. Hell, even if they did need to, he wasn't sure he would be able to. She was just so damn surprisingly sexy, and he's stopped looking for a reason to resist. It didn't need to change anything... Unless they wanted it to.
Draco let out an almost chocked laugh at Blaise's words. Yes, he could tell that his friend had enjoyed the show, but he could also hear the genuine happiness in Blaise's voice. It was a happiness he was sure Millie would mistake for his perverted pleasure of voyeurism, but that Draco knew was really a little bit of relief that he seemed to be living again.
He chuckled at her response to Blaise. "Good thing he didn't have a camera," he whispered to Millie with a smirk.
"How about we take a rain check on that massage," he suggested as he lifted his hand to stroke the tips of his fingers lightly across her cheekbones. He wanted to make it the best environment possible, with candles and flowers and oils. Perhaps he was just projecting, but he found that he wanted to make her feel special. Something somewhere deep down inside him knew that doing so would make him feel better about himself and life in general.