"I suppose," Draco said with a noncommittal shrug. His mother was shrewd but often blinded by her love for his father. He always thought her inability to find major fault with her father's character would be her undoing.
Draco stared deep into his wife's beautiful eyes. "I suppose I can exercise an element of self control." Now his mind was reeling with what that preview would be.
"Fine," he gave in. "I'll get the details for you. It's the least I can do given my recent absence."