Draco accepted the cup with a nod of thanks, even nothing his father somehow knew how he liked it. He knew he sometimes forgot their whole relationship hadn't been what it was toward the end and for that he was sorry. No matter what happened, Draco loved his father and it was obvious in his answers to Lucius' questions. His eyes and tone couldn't hide the seeking of approval anymore than when Draco was eight. "Potions. Pretty good at Transfiguration and Charms too." He left out the part about destroying his marks during his sixth year. Draco actually liked school so losing his placement still burned. "You haven't told me anything about you, Father."