It was clear within a matter of moments that Draco had bits and pieces of how his father used to carry himself. Every other word filled with an unrespectful tone. The whole conversation made the lesson within Amycus' mind much more easier than he thought so in the first place. If there had been anything that he disliked more than anything, it was disrespect to those who had truly deserved it. Both Carrows deserved such manners brought forth to them through any situation no matter what. They took large strides and commanded to be treated in such a way without any questions following in their trail. Immediate death should be the punishment for any negative actions towards either one of them.
Draco was lucky that Amycus wasn't standing there that moment with plans on killing him, taking his life as his own. Very lucky indeed. If this had been any other moment in time, then surely, Amycus would have taken another life with any means possible. An action to never regret or look back behind because it would certainly do him a favor by the simple way that Draco chose to say a couple of particular words. After all, there was no one else that came to speak to the young boy in person, right? He was sure that the Lestranges never bothered to do so either. They seemed to forget the 'little people' so to speak fairly easy, forgetting that they were never truly on the Dark Lord's mind to begin with.
Amycus let out a breath of air before a sinister smirk spread across his features, a slight note that something was a miss the entire time. "Many lessons, Draco. The weakness that you're showing, forget about it. Take what's coming to you like a man," he answered all of the young boy's words with a simple three sentences. If Draco wanted to be take more seriously, then there was only one simple solution; Grow a pair of balls. Kittens and making nice with blood traitors was not going to give him what he hoped to achieve. The sooner that he really implanted that thought into his mind, the more of a chance he would have to grasp a hold of what he sorely desired would be granted.
Without warning, Amycus rushed his entire body towards Draco. Hands grasped a hold of the article of clothing before him and planted him hard against the corner solid brick wall. It was a lesson to that was a must to learn. Change his ways or never be taken seriously. It was one of the downfalls of Lucius as well, falling from the good graces of the Dark Lord within seconds. Allowing another hand to come up to the side of Draco's face, a force hard enough to rattle anyone's brain came in contact with the side of the boy's head. "Kittens, Draco? You can do better, even with the sudden company that you've chosen to take under your wing," he replied again with the sound of disgust. Swiftly, Amycus tossed Draco into the nearby alleyway, making sure the aim would cause the body to collide with the wall, before placing a knee into his stomach to only be followed up with forceful blows anywhere that he could reach.
Nothing too bad, but of course, Amycus never knew when to cease such actions. It was in him to become carried away with his actions when Alecto wasn't near his side. At that point, he was hoping for the added bonus of blood.