Draco had been expecting some gruff voice, or a familiar male voice of someone ignoring his demands the day before. He was not expecting a female voice, which had him looking up, both brows raising - charmed just as dark as his hair, along with his lashes. And along with that female voice was a pretty face attached to a distressingly muggle clad yet still attractive body. Ah, and she was familiar, just not one he had warned off. It was a face and voice belonging to an occasional presence in his life that seemed to enjoy prodding him, bloody Ravenclaw.
He waved a hand absently. "A fleeting hope that the nicety would see me left alone." He leaned back in his chair, fingers of one hand tapping the side of his tankard. He did not give away his recognition. He was anonymous here, and he wasn't inebriated enough to give himself away so easily.
"Anyways, I'm not buying, not selling, nothing for trade, and I'm certainly not your drinking partner. So, why are you here?"