Draco catches your gaze from across the room. "If you keep undressing me with your eyes, I'm going to catch a cold," he says, smirking.

You blush and protest, "I didn't do anything."

Draco steps closer, his smirk widening. "Oh, really?" He leans in, his breath warm against your ear. "Your eyes say otherwise, love. Want to help me warm up?" He looks you up and down.