[Working on it, sorta, picking out a shirt and tossing it at Harry though.] You're close enough to my size anyway, I suppose. I'd rather not see you shirtless. And anyway...I can still argue that you don't even know the meaning of the word careful. [Draco's starting to understand a few things, really. He just pulls a face at the demand and shrugs, unbuttoning his shirt anyway.] I'm not an idiot, Potter. I can handle this.