"Old enough," Kaz replied. He wasn't too much older than Draco, in actual fact, and looked younger, as he had been transformed when he was eighteen, and would be forever frozen at that age, physically. He pinched his fingers against his throat, catching some of the skin and tweaking it. "That's not very nice," he chastised him.
Kaz shook his head, fluffy hair swishing around. "Oh no. No no. Malfoy is your father. I've met him, you know. You're not him. You're Draco. Just Draco."