That was not the response that Draco was expecting and it was certainly written all over his face. The mention of his mother caused his eyes to widen and then narrow slightly as the realization of who the woman was washed over him. Could it really be her? He thought to himself as he felt his jaw clench slightly and his pulse increase. His eyes darted quickly to the child with her and he internally smiled. He wanted children and always found himself softened by their presence which caused his internal smile to unconsciously become an outward smile before his eyes returned their gaze to the woman.
“Thank you.” He said, deciding to take her observation as a compliment rather than anything else as his eyes returned for a moment to the toddler with her. He smiled again and then caught himself and immediately returned his eyes to the woman. There was the tiniest hint of recognition in his eyes but still needed a bit more confirmation before he – well, what would he do if it was his disowned aunt? She had seemed nice enough and even his own mother struggled with whether she ought to contact her sister. In an empty pub early in the morning, what harm could there really be in quenching some of his own curiosity?
“Please forgive me.” Draco began politely, his mood ever so softened by the playful nature of the child, “I don’t know your name.” He said finally, his tones apologetic and intended to request a continuation of their conversation.