"My tolerance is definitely not from my family. It actually sucks ass." He smiled some even if they were treading on ground that he didn't want to touch.
"Not to my family," he said with a shrug. "Family obligation is first, personal happiness is irrelevant. I can't even move out of the manor, or so I have been told. I am going to test that little theory and I really don't care who likes it. Still, in the end, I will have to live up to being a Malfoy." He wasn't sure it was the worst idea. If he didn't invest anything except his physical presence then he wouldn't get hurt. It was easier.
He took a drink and sighed. "I haven't found anyone worth the risk yet - maybe." The last word was hesitant, slower than the rest. There was no sense in actually hoping for anything. It was truly ridiculous. "I might rethink it if someone like that comes along." He looked up. "So, is this one that you are all dressed up for the right one?"