Well, the boy did appear to sober up quickly, didn't he? That didn't matter though. Everything had been aligned to take care of business that no one else seemed to want to accomplish.
"Wrong," he answered simply as Draco turned to face him with a wand ready within his grasp. Amycus had little respect for the young boy, but decided it was best not to show it at that particular moment. From what he could remember, the other had been quick with his thoughts when his mind was set on the task at hand, even though he failed to put an end to the miserable life of Dumbledore. That would have done wonders for him, but alas, such things could not come by easy. The moment was certainly that for Draco. "You're going by everything wrong and everyone seems it's the best not to tell you." The words raced out of Amycus mouth smootly as his hand reached up and pulled the hood from his head. It honestly didn't matter anymore if he took to hiding, especially since the population had retreated to the warmth and comfort of their beds.
He reached his hands out to the side of him to show Draco there was nothing to fear. A wand was not in his grasp and hidden from plain sight. For what he needed to accomplish, it truly didn't need the aid of a wand. Fingers flicked in the to emphasis that fact with the little added effect of opening his eyes wide open for few seconds. "You do wish to prove yourself, don't you, Draco?" he asked, continuing to take slow steps forward near his prey.