Draco allowed himself to look at the other man at last and his eyes were lazy, his mouth still quirked up from that little sputter of laughter. He flicked some ash onto the ground by the other man's feet and shrugged.
"That," he said, lifting his hand and pointing toward the landscape where the tall, rocket-shaped building stood. He could have turned the question on its head and used it to insult the other man, he knew that. He just wanted a chance to tease Dexter first, to get some fun out of the situation before he had to collapse back onto his books. "It looks like a great black sex toy."