Lucius chuckled, but he was pleased. 'You're a Malfoy, of course you're the best. We always are.' Of course in his case that meant herbology, but that was something he did not speak of if he could help it.
It seemed so...simple after all.
'And I'm pleased to hear that. I think your mother was about ready to hex the healer, me and the elves when you were born,' he remembered with a laugh.