While Alphard did pay full attention to what she had to say, the teasing shushing noise he made in response was inevitable. Of course, her comments certainly peaked his interest and after a moment's pause he found himself saying, "You must tell me embarrassing stories of him from his schooldays. Surely there is at least one?" Alphard tried to imagine Draco as a young boy. He was positive he must have been adorable. He was a handsome lad now which he said without an bias as his Uncle ... alright, perhaps there was a little bias, but if the Black family could boast of only one thing, their looks would be towards the top of that list.
Grinning as she sat beside him, he bumped shoulders with her once more before he found his eyes drawn to her face with her next comments. Alphard was unsure what to make of them. The knot in his stomach that was ever present twisted further. Alphard lived in a state of constant fear of discovery. This love potion prank had only worsened it. He had grown so used to being afraid that he was used to it. He was so used to watching his words and actions that it seemed almost natural. It had gotten worse ever since he had awoken from the fog of the potion and realized how careless he had been. That, coupled with Parvati's words, made him feel that she had figured him out for sure and if she had, then who else? Instead of revealing just how unsettled her few words made him, he just chuckled at her following statement and gave a nod. "Ah, yes, we sit within the judgement free. Everyone else, however. Eh, free game." he replied with another nod. "And I don't mind the talking. Talk all you want. I pride myself on being an incredibly good listener. Not to mention, I give stupendous commentary so you won't go without. - And I'd love to hear all your hilarious stories. I have a few of my own. I got stuck up a tree once because of my younger brother. I was always rather small for my age."
Taking a long pull from his glass, he smiled at her words and said "Ah. If only they'd kept me in the family. We surely would have crossed paths! Foiled again." the words held a tone of jest, though the wound was still raw and that came through as well even as he brushed it off with more alcohol. Parvati had already heard him mumbling about the injustice of all when they'd first met.