Being made fun of was not something that amused Draco Malfoy. He was on edge around this vampire, the wandless spells floating in his mind as he prepared to attack even just to get himself away. It was probably not something he needed to fret over, but he was worried about it. Besides. No one made fun of a Malfoy and lived.
"A vampire." Draco's tone was cool, trying to keep calm. He'd faced down Voldemort (sort of) and lived to tell the tale (sort of). Now this? A vampire? "Why did they allow a vampire such as yourself in this school? Last I checked, your kind wasn't welcomed or wanted here." He crossed his arms defensively, never minding that he was acting like a spoiled brat in this moment.
"1700's. You aren't so old for a vampire." He tried to appear haughty, like this didn't terrify him. This man could kill him in a second if Draco let his guard down. However. The calculating, Slytherin side of Draco was coming out to play. He could use this to his advantage. To have a Slytherin vampire at his side? He was curious. It would be interesting to learn more about this...creature.
"Wealthy, but also living in poverty?" It was such an odd statement. "What do you mean by that?" The Malfoys were wealthy, and judging by the information he'd already received, Draco knew that they were wealthy again. At least, in name. Knowing that his mother was Minister of Magic set Draco's mind at ease.