"I'll find my way quick enough," he responds, voice clipped and uneasy. No, he's not going to admit he's lost, why would he? Though now Harry feels rather silly about not trying to find his way through the numerous people. If he had managed that, he wouldn't be standing here right now with Malfoy having to have this conversation. He might have gotten out a bit more easily, and honestly, he wishes he had. Talking to Malfoy like this isn't a highlight of his life.

But when is it ever?

"And in case you've forgotten, I've a fair amount of experience in wars." Harry lets that lie, just for a moment. He looks smug before he continues. "But that's right. From your side, things looked a bit different, didn't they? Still, it's a good thing I settled all of that." Not everything, but Harry doesn't bother to add any corrections to his words. Malfoy doesn't need him to, and if he's going to start pointing out how much needs to be fixed and how many people died, then his flight is truly going to remain his only advantage.

As for fighting and helping in the war, Harry doesn't believe it at all. He does know that Malfoy isn't as morally wrong as many of the other Death Eaters, but he isn't bothering to point that out just yet. Maybe he just stubbornly wants to believe he still has this to hold over Malfoy's head. Who knows?