Draco turned to look at Morag, unable to stop the little smile that spread over his face at her jovial tone.
"It's cold and I'm tired and testy-" he said, his eyes wandering down her body and then slowly back up it. "And should you really be walking around dressed like that. You never know who you might run into in these corridors." He twirled his wand once more and then tucked it back into his pocket.
"And do you really want to know what would cheer me up?" he asked. "That's a risky question. And also quite unfair unless you plan on delivering."
Draco usually wasn't one to play or banter, but it was something- it was something to do. Distracting.