"Oh, Merlin, do you know how sensitive I was about my name while growing up?" His laugh was genuine. Somehow, in the end, his name suited him, so a point to Narcissa and Lucius. He grew quiet as he picked up on his uncle's nerves. They were all on edge, but Ted was in the thick of it considering his daughter. "She is tough," he responded. "Maybe too much sometimes," he allowed, "But I bet if any of us can get this mess sorted, it is her." It was times like these that Draco couldn't help wondering how life might have been different if he had his aunt's family in his life while growing up. His heart was heavy not only for himself, but for his mother. "When this shit is over, we're getting a drink," he declared. Then his cheeks reddened. "Uh, I apologise for the language." Ted was still his uncle, after all.