Draco was going to leave the interaction at that. He was going to forget the woman even existed. He was going to go about his day and eventually call upon a friend to fill the space of intelligent conversation. His day would be full, and he would end it in his lab working upon a cure for the damned potion that would very likely ruin all the plans he had laid out in his life. He feared that his Soul Mate would be male... he feared the disappointment and disgust in the eyes of his parents. He feared what it would do to the Malfoy name, not to mention the Black name. He feared the damage of his soul would become known through it.
He was stalled, however, as the witch brought up the one topic he most assuredly did not wish to speak on. Karma was a bitch that obviously didn't like Draco Malfoy having a relaxing and easy day.
He looked down at the woman with an expression that had made many supposedly self-righteous and powerful men squirm, a look learned from his father and perfected by generations of Malfoy's. There was a reason they were seen as powerful men through time, it was because they knew how to be perceived as powerful men. "If you have questions, concerns or objections regarding the Amesoeur Project, please direct them to the Gaspard Jameson at the Ministry of Magic." He then turned to leave, his body stiff with displeasure. The nerve of this witch... he itched to give her a proper lashing... but his mother;s words rang n his ears, cautioning him to reign in his temper.