Draco enjoyed seeing her cheeks color, even if it was just a faint tinting. Knowing that she was a strong, independent woman not usually taken to fanciful proclivities made that faint flush all the more precious. When she introduced her mother and aunt, Draco nodded to them politely. He'd met her mother, Melinda, on several occasions socially, but he'd only ever met her aunt, Malendra, in passing a few times over the years.

He took each of their offered hands, greeting them with traditional politeness. "The pleasure is all mine, I assure you," he said with some of his old suaveness.

He could tell Millie didn't care to linger, and he wasn't particularly keen to, either, but he knew he'd have to endure some questions. So he did endure them, though he was relieved when Millie was finally able to get them out of the house.

As soon as they were far enough away where they weren't able to be watched, he swooped her around and captured her lips in a slow, sweet kiss. When he pulled away, he brushed his fingertips over her cheek. "I've been thinking of doing that all day," he admitted with a crooked grin.