Harry was rather surprised that Daphne even had the ability to move with the hold he had on her. He was afraid to let go of her. She'd just gotten back and he'd be damned if he was going to let her go so soon after. With her being so close, he was having a difficult time remembering the significance of what they had been talking about, which more then likely wasn't a good thing.
He wanted to argue that she didn't need to show him anything. He knew she did, but his common sense kept him quiet. Who was he to stop her if she really wanted to show him. Harry internally smirked at that. Ultimately, he was a still a guy after all.
He wanted to reacquaint himself with Daphne's skin, but with her own lips exploring his neck, he had to settle for what his hands could reach, mapping out the curves he'd missed during their time away from each other.