Keeping to the shadows, Amycus watched Draco a few feet in front of him with a tilt of his head. It had seemed the boy had a large amount of alcohol in his system, especially with the way he shifted with each step. That wasn't enough to cease the pursuit course and the thoughts in his mind. Nothing reached a height enough to refrain from accomplish a thought within his mind, including a lesson that was long over due. There was a point where the appearances that he thought were aiding in his cause to remain in the good graces of the Lestrange Brothers, but enough was enough. Draco had started to appear as a fool and an actual stepping stool for their minds had been warped into believing that they deserved such a treatment.
Of course, Amycus thought that Draco had the means of being better then face value, but with the way things were heading, it was in the complete opposite direction. All wrong. It was up to him to correct the young boy, because by the look of things, no one else seemed as though they were even stepping in that direction. With the thought that had entered Amycus mind, there was no one better to accomplish it. A lesson would be learned on that very night and despite the fact of the actual intoxication in the air, he would make sure it lasted and remained with Draco's mind through the art of being sober.
"Draco," he finally called out in a sort of sing song sort of tone. It was merely spoken to capture the boy's attention. The start of things. Amycus had taken a step out of the shadows to give him a clear view of who had the notion of following him in the dead of the night. All he inhabitants of the homes around them were utterly quiet. The light from the street was the only thing that was around that could come to anyone aid. It was highly unlikely that a steady hand would be able to hold a wand square at Amycus' chest with the amount of alcohol running through Draco's system. Of course, there was a chance that he would be caught off guard, which reminded him of the previous situation with Daphne, but that was more than fun being around that particular Slytherin.
Taking a deep breath, he kept his gaze on the boy with wonders filling his mind. "Do you honestly think that what you're doing will help you considerably in the end?" he asked, knowing full well that the Lestrange Brothers only took to things that benefited themselves, not caring about others that helped greatly to achieve such a goal. The end of the bargain would never be reached, always keeping Draco at arms length during such situations. It was more than likely safe to say that the young boy would never be allowed to partake in any Death Eater activity. "It is polite to answer your professor's question, boy." There were other choice words to call Draco that night, however, the more kind term had been more appropriate for the time being.