It was best to drop that topic for pleasantry's sake, as entertaining as it was becoming. Fudge was a fool, but a powerful one, and Lucius felt a sense of pride upon hearing he had held at least one of the puppet strings. He promised himself a celebratory Firewhiskey at a later date. Swiftly on to 'the boys'; a topic difficult to discuss. Lucius had become sensitive over talk of his son, whether it be good or bad. "Doesn't he?" he sneered, bringing his glass to his lips."Making friends with all manner of people." He took a small sip, before placing his glass back down. "I trust your own son has made himself as comfortable as Draco?"