"Yeah, I think he wants you," Harry carries on, picking at the scab now he has a hold on it, unable to stop himself from tearing it off. "Can you imagine? Fucking a member of the cruise staff? They’re all so hot. I bet he has a sweet little mouth on him, too." He leans into Draco, pushing the words into his ear over the hum of music. Draco shivers, his fingers flexing. "I can help you get him, if you want. I can help you get anyone."