Taking all the credit definitely seemed right up his alley, but that also involved further conversation, and they'd already basically determined that that wasn't worth it, not really. Later, once his attention wouldn't be torn between formulating words and focusing on the feeling of her body against his. His eyes were locked on her, watching her every movement; his lips were parted to offer no real barrier to the soft sounds that continued to tumble forth. His own hips continued to meet the steady rhythm she set, and even if Draco had been able to think through the haze in his head, he didn't think he could imagine anything better than this. One hand slid to the small of her back again as he levered himself up a little more, changing the angle slightly so he could draw her a bit closer to meet him. He leaned in, cupping one breast so he could flick his tongue across her nipple, trying best he could not to impede the way she rocked over him.