He had to laugh at the man. For someone who fucked up as much as his grandfather, he was still one that Draco wanted to have around. There were very few who he could give that kind of credit. "You never keep that low of a profile," he said.
He sat and waited for the round to be delivered. "I don't mean here," he said when the waitress left. "The fates saw fit to bring the dark lord here. Tom Riddle himself lives again."