Always so formal! Not that Alphard could fault him. After all, they had both grown up in the same family. Alphard was hardly warm and affectionate with his own parents and other extended family. Walburga seemed to be the one exception as their brother had always cringed away from what he called Alphard's over-exuberance. Still, with the next generations of Blacks, Alphard had turned a blind and insisted on spoiling them rotten not only with elaborate gifts that had his brother sighing, but with the affection he had so lacked as a child. It was a great sadness to him that he would not continue to be there for Draco though. Narcissa had married a 'proper' man and, therefore, would not associate with her disowned Uncle. Draco's not knowing him until he came here only offered proof of that.
Still, Alphard took a moment to look at Draco's hand before he turned his warm smile on his nephew and brushed it aside, pulling him into a hug instead. "Much better now, my boy." he replied, patting him on the back before pulling away. "You look quite well. Does that translate over into how you've been faring as of late?" Alphard inquired, taking a moment to really look at him, placing his finger under his chin in order to get a proper look.