"I can't." Theo replied to Draco's command, laying there bonelessly like he'd suddenly experienced nerve damage and was physically unable to move. "It's how Ashwinders are born." he said in reply to Draco's question, infuriatingly missing the point of the thing on purpose.
Draco's mouth drew into a tight line, lips nearly disappearing. "Yes," He said through his teeth, sitting the egg on his bedside table and standing up, moving to his desk, because he certainly wasn't going to sit on the bed while Nott refused to move off of it. "But why was it in my lap?"
Theo took the chance to turn over and sprawl out unrestrainedly on Draco's bed, somehow managing to get into the warm spot Draco had left behind without squirming - even rumpled and casual he still looked like he was exactly where he belonged, taking unassuming ownership the way a cat did. "Because I put it there."
Draco rolled his eyes, and took a seat at the desk instead, but his eyes stayed on Nott. Nott who was so bloody comfortable in his skin, even when he was completely and absolutely out of his mind. It was obnoxious. "Yes," he said slowly, "And you did that because?"
"It would have fallen off your shoulder." Honestly, Lewis Carrol could have written scripts for Theo that would have made more sense and been less twisted than what the young wizard was saying.
Draco shook his head, and for a moment it seemed like he was about to give up the line of question - asking Nott things rarely seemed to make a damn bit of difference, really - but then he did try something a bit more direct. "You bloody well know what I'm asking you, Nott. Do you enjoy making people thing you're out of your mind? Honestly, as bad as Lovegood and at least she comes by it genetically."
"Is that what people think?" Theo said, and it was hard to tell if he sounded surprised, contemplative or just amused. "How nice for them." he'd been lying on his back staring up at the canopy above him, but he turned over and put his chin in his hands to look over at the blond. "And what do you think? Do you think I'm out of my mind?"
"No, I think you know damn well what you're doing and saying and that you enjoy people thinking you're a loon," Draco assessed easily enough. It was what he'd always thought about Nott, after all.