Harry looked him over, a smile still tugging on his lips, although he felt tired enough to slip back into a chair and sleep till midnight- he doubted, however, that Eward would let him be if he fell asleep anywhere near him at the moment. Instead, he poured another two drinks, and handed one over, draining his by throwing it into the back of his throat. "That was the first time anyone's done that to you?" He asked. He had to know, he had to.