He touched his mouth with one finger, frowning at the blood there, and wiped it on his trousers for lack of anywhere better, glaring through the darkness. "Great. Thank you for that," Draco muttered bitterly, deciding to opt out of answering that next question, at least directly.

"Don't tell me you're fine." But he heard that shift, could only assume that it meant Grey was not, in fact, fine.