"I must be an amazing dad, because you're seriously way too smart for your own good." He grinned at his son, marveling. Scorpius had more emotional intelligence than the entire Malfoy family tree combined, and he would put money on that. He let go of Scorpius' hand and wrapped an arm around him instead, wishing he'd been able to do this when Scorpius was young. And, well, he had. Just not the him he'd ever turn into.
"I should probably convince Harry to sleep with me before I work on having kids," he joked. He never would have before, but it wasn't like they had any secrets now.
He nodded, because everything Scorpius was saying made sense. It wasn't something he'd ever have thought of on his own. Pureblood ideology wasn't just something you thought, it was something you were. That Scorpius didn't know that meant more than he could even articulate.
"Maybe you could write that down for me, so I don't mess it up." He didn't want to admit how frightened he was of telling his father the truth.