Draco scowled at him, he was good at that, a half glare half sulking disdain laced with absolute loathing. He squared his shoulders, folding his arms over his chest. "You know my father?" Which would explain everything. Obviously Lucius had done something stupid, again, and now he was paying the price for it. He loved his father but honestly, it was difficult not to get mad at him when stupid stuff like this happened again! "Whatever. It doesn't matter. Draco, that's fine." Better than pet.