Lucius finished the wine in his glass and tapped the base on the table to call for a refill. A house-elf carrying a decanter appeared at Lucius' side and refilled his glass. By the time the servant was gone, Draco had finished chewing. Unfortunately for Draco, the questions were not going to stop this evening. Lucius had opened the box and everything was getting out.
"What does your therapist say about you having dreams and nightmares about Harry Potter every night?"