"You're right: men suck cock a lot better," Draco answered smugly, but then waved a hand. "Fine, I'll take your objection under observation, although I stand by my proposition that pleasure is pleasure regardless where it comes from."
Draco rolled his eyes. "I'm sure I can find a reason or ten, none of which would make your brother claim the bureaucratic ladder of success, and I haven't insulted your father." Which was unusual and showed just how far they had got. "Besides his reputation is still much better than my father's," he said, and he'd reached a point where he didn't care. He loved his father, but he'd picked the wrong side and was paying for it. It would be so much easier if he saw the light. Draco could pull enough strings to get him free, especially in exchange for all he knew, but he doubted Lucius would ever work with the Order.
"I appreciate you not sullying my good name, and going blond won't be necessary," he said. "We have Anna as a hostess to take care of the blond." The woman was bloody gorgeous too.