When the woman turned to him, Draco's "public mask" from Hogwarts slipped back into play without him even being aware of it. It was just so natural to close off his internal emotions and to school his features into a certain type of emotion that it just happened now. When her hand was extended to him, Draco reached out with elegant, aristocratic fingers and took her hand lightly. Formally, he brought her hand to his lips and lightly pressed his lips to the back of her hand. "It is a pleasure, my lady," he greeted politely, internally wincing himself. Narcissa often called the kind of woman who bragged about her connections as snobbish and low class old money, which is how the Prewitts were often viewed--at least, in the circles that the Malfoys ran in.
"And aye, I am Lucius and Narcissa's son. It's of no surprise that my presence has been lacking in society. I've been at Hogwarts, of course, and recently I've been accepted into the Auror programme at the Ministry." Draco's gaze landed on the woman, but he doubt that she'd realize his purposeful lacking of thanking her for the compliment. In any good pureblood family, that would be the standard way of saying, I know I'm of higher status then you, so you have to pay me this compliment. But he highly doubted that subtlety would be noticed by a woman such as her.
"I was rather shocked, yet pleased, when Ginevra asked me as her date to this wedding. It certainly shows that a blending is occurring in our society, don't you think?" He humoured her by using Ginny's full name, yet at the same time, handed her a backhanded insult. It was one of Draco's many talents, both complimenting and insulting someone in the same breath. He was curious, however, to hear how this woman would respond.