That touch made him settle, breath soft and shallow, his arm moving to settle along what he thought was the pillow but was curling his hand against Harry's thigh.

Unaware of what was going on. Or even being watched. Not until he shifted, rolling further into the form next to him. And realizing he wasn't alone, that wasn't a pillow.

"Hmmm?" Lifting his head, blinking up, bleary eyed. "H-Harry?" Some secret agent, coming to all sleepy and drowsy and not even worried. If someone had wanted him dead, he would be.