"I'll take your word for it," Draco groused in reply. The expression his face made his thoughts on the scent plain; they couldn't have been plainer if he'd been holding up a sign that read you stink. If only he still had those buttons, they might be modified for the situation.
He didn't pause, picking up speed instead, hoping to get away from the man and his fish, but the smell was inescapable. Worried, now, that the stench was going to cling to his clothes if they were in proximity much longer, Draco whirled around at the man. "Will you stop following me?"