Draco's eyes widened. He'd never talk to Lucius (or his mother) about that sort of stuff, but apparently he and his son had no barriers. Well, his future self had years to prepare for that statement whereas Draco had a few weeks. He coughed a little, cleared his throat, and straightened his collar. He then took a long sip of his drink. "I rather meant if it was to get serious. Though, I mean, since you brought it up..." He fixed his son with a stern look without even intending to. "You don't make it a habit of engaging in those activities with women you first meet, do you?" Eighteen year old father or not, Draco thought he had the right to lecture on that one.