After a brief reprieve where he felt that perhaps he might be able to breathe again, Lucius asked another question and Draco resumed his deer-in-headlights look.
"Uh," he said, staring fixedly at his plate as though it was doing something terrible to him. "Um. Ah. My dreams."
That seemed the safest way to put it, although it did make it sound as though therapy was every bit as wishy-washy as most of the wizarding world thought it was.