Blaise just smirked evilly and fished up a magazine from Draco’s bedside table. He opened a random page and showed it to the blond. “Well then, Mr. ‘I don’t Cream My Trousers Over Some Guy’, how do you explain this magazine full of men you like to keep in your bedside table?”
Draco didn’t bother to turn around and instead glared at Blaise from his position in front of the mirror. “I have it for the clothes, not for the men!”
“What clothes, Draco dearest? That hat on his head?”