Al gave the girl a closer look when she said his name. "Mrs. M! Er, I mean, Astoria, sorry, I am trying, really I am." He noticed Draco's frantic look, which only flustered him more. "Sorry, Mr. M!" He never could call Draco anything else even at his young age, but Draco didn't seem to mind. He hoped anyway. "Oh, am I too close? I shouldn't be so close. The theatre is empty and you are on a date and I am sorry, so so sorry!"
Draco's stomach sunk the more Albus talked. He loved the kid and suspected Al wore him down with hugs and incessant chatter in the future, but for the moment he wanted to strangle him. Anything to stop his verbal diarrhea. "Al? Albus! Please. Shhh." He literally placed a finger over his lips. "It is alright."