The weight was enough to get his attention, the hand catching at his face made him focus on Harry's face, but not quite his words. "I am focused," he said dreamily, letting his head fall back again, running his tongue along the inside of his teeth, licking the last few drops of red from his lips. "You need to relax, Harry...you're so tense, why are you yelling?"

He brought his hands up to grip Harry's wrists, not to pull them away, just to hold on, he felt weird, lightheaded. "No yelling," he whispered.