Lucius felt the blood start to beat an insistent, angry rhythm behind his eye. Was his eye twitching? He thought it might be. Draco. Gay. Draco. Dating Potter. This boy who looked like a girl claiming to be his grandson. It was all wrong.
"I did not." The words were clipped, cold. Malfoys were not gay. They certainly didn't date men, and they absolutely did not date Potters. He and his son would be having words, but later. When Lucius was sure he could control his temper. "But it's no matter now."
It was still Muggle, even if magic would have been used to achieve it. "I see." He'd known what had happened in the years after his arrest, and it was that arrest he blamed for things going as they had. If he'd never been arrested, had never had to spend time in Azkaban with the Dementors, things would have gone very differently. He knew that.