When everything was laid out on the short table, Draco sat the basket away. "They do overdo themselves at times, don't they?" The elves, he meant. There was enough there for a picnic of ten, rather than only the two of them.
And he found he would much rather watch her than eat, really, and leaned back a bit on the pillows he was taking up, resting himself on his elbows and looking up at her. "I don't pretend not to think that I'm perfect," he pointed out with that same smirk.