At her words, Draco flushed nicely again. The girl was honestly flirting with him, and he was stuck: continue acting the pureblood role, or slip into the Draco he was morphing into, someone who could easily flirt in public with someone who normally was seen as less than perfect to his parents' eyes. "Oh? I hope I don't come across as too powerful," he was saying before he could help himself, "because then I might be mistaken for Father, and I'd rather not have that image in my head when I'm snogging you later."
His eyes widened the second the words were out, but Draco was never one to take back what he'd said once it was out in the open.