Theo paused and if he hadn't reminded himself that he allowed himself to believe that he and Draco were actually friends he might have wondered if Draco was deliberately placing him between a rock and a hard place.
He wanted to relax and slump catlike over Draco's furniture again, to treat Draco like just another kid in class and not Lucius Malfoy's son, but the muzzle, the reins in his head held him back and reminded him that he had to be courteous, deferential and polite at all times.
So what to do now?
He nodded a little but didn't do much more than that, trying not to look like the only reason he hadn't turned to leave was because he was terrified of his father. "You look well." he said, taking a middle road.