"All right. We can play it by ear when it comes to Granger and I'll tackle the rest," he agreed, because in the end, he would have much better luck. He didn't like people, but his isolation worked in his favour often enough. People didn't know him well enough to hate him.
All thoughts about the new project flew out of his mind with Draco's next words. He could just picture the two of them, sweaty with very little clothes. Dead, it was a very good word, but not in the way Draco meant it. La petite morte, dead tired, falling boneless on a mattress.
He cleared his throat. "I could come up with something that wouldn't kill you, but could be... beneficial, maybe even exciting," he answered. "Exercise should be fun as well as hard work," he added, trying to cover for his thoughts. "After all a few push ups while waiting for a potion to boil aren't exactly hard." No, but Theo might be if Draco ever ended up doing something of the kind.