"As would I," Draco replied, reaching for his glass, his hand lightly brushing against hers. "I would sorely hate to have a new uncle vying for my aunt's affections."
He glanced down at the paperwork before them. "I don't think we need to have it completely ready for them." After all, no one here knew of it, and certainly no one in the American Ministry did. He'd need just enough to show what they were doing in a slightly twisted view, so as to appear as to be embracing the muggleborns further into wizarding society. Though at the same time, he would also be taking a further look into the darkest recesses of his counterparts mind, finding ways of first enticing him, and later, ensnaring him. True, he would be more prepared than a simple bar matron like Madame Rosemerta, but then, Draco wasn't a sixth year student as he had been back then.
But then, his aunt did have a particular flair, which he was still learning from her. "I will certainly call upon you should I have need of your... talents."