With Kazimir's father in Azkaban, he didn't have any friends anymore. At least none that he saw. But details, details. Kaz didn't much care about sins of the father. Or sins of anyone else. Only his own. Those were the best ones.
"Why would I want to be friends with you?" he asked the other blonde. Releasing his throat he dragged his hand up and toyed with that pale, pale hair. Leaning in, he murmured against his ear, "You don't seem like a lot of fun. Tasty, but not fun." And then he bit down on his earlobe.