The knife pulled away and Draco's hand, almost to the wand, dropped to the bed. Ok, that was an improvement. As was the disappearing of that wild look in the other man's eyes. It had influenced an urge within Draco, an answering prey's fight or flight type of response to the wild, predatory look the other had held. Not that Draco was much of a fighter.

His cheeks then grew a bit pink at those words. oh no, Draco remembered what had pulled him here. He didn't think it was the pull toward someone else with magic, exactly. It had been a search for the body heat of another. His eyes went a bit askance.

"Sure, that may have been it..."