If Draco knew what Pansy was thinking, he would have agreed with her. There were certain things you were not simply taught, but were born into. Raised with. What they were was a way of life, deeply ingrained into their souls. And Draco? Well, Pansy could have been in rags, but so long as she was the young woman that had his respect and gratitude? He would treat her as if she still had every penny and respectability of the Parkinson name before the war. But then, with how Penny was? He new there would come a day when she would have it all back.
"Of course I am. I would not be who I am without being so." He smiled again. In a lot of ways, he felt that Pansy knew him better than Theo, who was arguably his closest friend and companion. As where he and Theo bonded over an understanding of circumstance and Draco's mostly unseen protective instinct, with Pansy? It was more like an understanding and acceptance of personality. "Work is well. Especially now that I'm away from that fiasco waiting to happen," he drawled. Among his friends it was no hidden secret how he loathed the Amesoeur Project.
He then was left chuckling. "Of course I was, love. The Prince and Princess of Slytherin, respectively. Looked up to, feared, hated... and any manner of salacious and unsavory things."