Draco & Anthony
Anthony laughed a little and fell back onto his arse next to Draco. He wanted to pull his knees up to his chest, but he still wasn't back to breathing normal and he didn't want to constrict what already wasn't working well for him. "We... I," since he still felt like this was his own fault, making Draco try and be nice to people and dragging him around the city because he was high and drunk. "I can get someone to transfigure one for you if you want? I don't think you need it though. I rather enjoy this." Still couldn't stop himself from flirting though. Or from reaching over and touching the tattoo again, fingers tracing the design of the dragon's head, where the Dark Mark was hiding underneath.