Cygnus laid back against the plush leather backing of the booth, taking a sip of his beer as he listened to Draco.
"Kiddo, you are an adult now and can't blame everything on your Father." He sighed. "Now if you want to pay lip service, that's fine, if you want to rebel, that's fine too." He quirked a brow as he look at his Grandson. "Give me a clue, kiddo, why am I here? Do you want me to listen to you complain? Do you want advice? Or are you confused?" He put the glass down. "Either answer is fine, but I want to know where you are coming from."