"I definitely like living on my own," he replied, before taking another bit of chicken. He chewed thoughtfully for a moment, then swallowed a bit oddly at the mention of the honeymoon. He coughed, nearly choked, and gulped down a drink of soda. Suave, Malfoy, he thought to himself. Very suave.
"Jesus Christ. Some honeymoon that was. I thought the point of a honeymoon was to fuck yourself silly on some exotic beach." He snorted, and took a bit of bread.