"Do you think that I'm unaware of the situation we're in? I don't wish to see our world, our country, remain in the shadows forever, Draco." Sometimes he wasn't sure if his son realized he was talking to a man who hadn't languished in Azkaban and then become a shell of himself. "The fact that I've agreed to speak to Muggles in order to populate the school should be evidence enough that I've...accepted this new world."
He wasn't sure what else Draco wanted from him. A declaration of devotion to Harry Potter? Lucius would die first. "I think you need to accept that it's not going to be as different as you think. If the Muggles do have all this...new technology, and cameras everywhere, the need for separation and secrecy is even higher, especially as the Muggles now outnumber us by about three million to one, just in this country alone." Lucius understood the need to accept Muggleborns into society, treat them as equals if they were going to sustain their way of life, but if Draco thought it was going to be all lovey-dovey with Muggles as well, his son would be in for a very rude awakening.