"It sounds like you're already planning while talking to me. You've got that look." It was a look he'd seen on Hermione too many times not to know it. At least, Al was still here. "This is when Hermione would get up and disappear under a pile of books, which was better than when she made me and Ron read," he said with a shiver.
"Mr. Malfoy?" he asked, confused why he'd name Lucius twice, and then he snorted. "You mean Draco. I'm pretty sure you can call him that, because it's be really weird. Malfoy is his father. Or Lucius if you want to piss him off. If you can get Scorpius to call me Harry, it'd be great. Savannah too, if you know her. But yes, Draco was impressive with the dram. 'Wait until my father hears about it'," he said, trying and failing to use the posh accent. "Draco... well I have no idea what it is. We'll see, I guess."
He had no idea what the other mess was like, but it did sound miserable. "Quieter is good." The rest though had him on his guard again. "Yeah, that sounds like a discussion I've already had twice in different ways. Something about trauma, comparing them and sexual slavery." He would never forget the randomness of that sentence. "It's probably best that you don't. We need to find our own way to talk, but thank you."