At least Belinda had taught the boy manners. That would an advantage when bringing him home. Sweet Merlin, he was already thinking about that. He'd have to stop planning for a moment and concentrate on the boy.
"It was the least I can do when I'm told I have a son I knew nothing about." He stared at the boy. "You favour the Malfoys, but I can see your mother." That was a pure lie. He could barely remember Belinda and he certainly couldn't see her in him, except he remembered her sweet lips around him, full and pink. "You have her lips."
He pointed to the chairs. "Why don't you tell me why you wanted to meet me?"