He was in half a mind to tell her she had a choice: conversation or his cock, but she couldn't have both at the same time; it was definitely a pain in the arse to manage them equally when he really just wanted to focus on one. And it definitely wasn't conversation.

All the same, his hands supported her as she unwrapped herself from him, despite his mild disappointment. Better that than him attempting to move them and someone getting a concussion, though. That was the sort of mark one usually tried to avoid.

"All right, fine," Draco drawled, already starting to drag her over there, his hands still on her and keeping her close. "And I assure you, there'll be a round two," he added after a moment, giving her a pleased smirk.