The drinks arrived within minutes and as he listened to Gwendolyn tell him about her show he swirled the drink slightly, a light clink of the ice against the glass. His eyes were drawn to her and he smiled as she spoke, occasionally giving a nod.
"A half-bood?" Draco mused aloud when she finished speaking. "Seems that story isn't one of the greatest tales of our world." He paused for a moment to consider. "Though I'm sure you'll make a wonderful Amata."
Draco held up his drink to toast and smiled broadly. "To your quest and the part of Amata." He said distinctly with an aire of importance and knowing, before he clinked his glass against hers and took a long sip.