Draco shuddered, more for show than anything else. "As I said, I'd wonder if they were safe to eat. Sadly, I believe we shall have to forgo sustenance, at least for now." Better to drink on a full stomach, but there were ways to deal with it if one did not.
He finished the whiskey and nudged the glass aside, figuring he could request another in a bit. He leaned back, then reached into his pocket and withdrew his wallet, tugging out a well-worn picture of Amelia and Alyssa, taken at Alyssa's first birthday party. The girl's hair was a soft pale halo around her face, her slate eyes wide, a smattering of red and pink frosting covering her mouth and cheeks. Draco passed the picture across to Hermione. "Alyssa," he said, "although I more often call her Alys. She is... an imp."
He smiled at the thought of her, warm and fond. "She is determined to have her way in all things, and she is quick witted and bright. She speaks French, of course, and very little English. Although her English does include at least two creative curses and thus far she has committed her first pun in mixed English and French. She adores animals." Draco's tone was dry at that; his distaste for Creatures had been well known in school, or rather, their distaste for him. "She is spoiled, and yet she is not spoiled." He seemed to think Hermione would be able to hear the difference in his inflection.