"Of course." Long fingers cupped around the end of his cigarette, while a quick wave of his other hand lit the cigarette.
Harry eyed the stranger warily. Blond hair, gray eyes, tight jeans. "You're a wizard."
The stranger took a drag from his own cigarette. "Yes."
"That kind of thing can get you killed."
"I'm very careful, Your Highness."
Harry snorted. "Your Highness," he mocked. "Doesn't mean much when it won't even get you shagged."
The stranger rested his palm against Harry's cheek. "And you such a good-looking boy, too."
Harry rubbed his cheek against the stranger's hand. "What's your name?"
"Malfoy. Bad faith. Do you live up to your name?"