It was funny how either accusation bothered Draco. He didn't quite like being told he wasn't like Lucius, but he didn't enjoy being told he was like him either. His mouth set into a hard line. Anyone who knew him at home would remember that expression. He'd remember the sneer, cool eyes, and guarded expression. His uncle wouldn't; Draco had been too young in his time. Still, Draco felt the change as his jaw set. He didn't like what some reminders from the past could do to him, but he also really hated the way his uncle mocked him too. What right did he have? "Don't like jokes then, Uncle? I am not sure I ever heard Father utter one."