[Snickers a little, both at the phrasing and the middle finger. Yes, yes, Draco is a git sometimes, but it's always nice when people don't get all huffy about it and just return the favor instead. Look, he doesn't even comment on the witch thing!]

Yes, well. Do me a favor, mate -- if you have to make water anytime soon, go that way.

[Gestures toward that back corner of the room that's partitioned off.]

That's not something I particularly need to see.

[He crosses the room and drops to the floor in front of the bed, using it to rest against as he folds his legs in front of him. Mmmm carpet.]

I have leftovers, too. If you're hungry. Can you fight? Or defend yourself, rather?

[LOGICAL QUESTION when you say you're not going to get eaten, right?]