Draco couldn't help but be confused after what he had encountered so far. For one, he knew he should be back home in his manor now. He had one year before school. He had been so sure as to how things would go in school. He would go to Potter, say some nice words, make an offer of allegiance to him, and extend his hand for friendship. And of course he would accept! It was logical, who wouldn't accept the hand of a Malfoy? Draco had no clue as to how they'd end up as rivals.
And on top of that, these things he was seeing. The magical box known as television! So fascinating. He had attempted to disable the hex on the dog bowl earlier (just who was Padfoot?) but he wasn't even a 1st year yet so his knowledge was a bit limited. The second or third time it made bark sounds as a result, he decided to give up and stay in the living room the rest of the time. And.. he suspected there were other things such as games. No way could muggles have invented this on their own. He looked up then as he saw an older blond man addressing him as a father. That was still odd. "Err, yes.. umm. You can just call me Draco if it's more comfortable for you. I'm glad you stopped by. I have a few questions. And I.. can answer any that you might have." He paused. "Well, I can try. Chances are I won't know everything. Which is surprising in itself, I know." He smirked at that a bit.