Draco took his cue from Blaise and leaned forward, imitating the motion and position. Though his lip quirked upwards. "I'm listening."
Part of him cringed at the implication of chaos. It was beginning to sound like Blaise had taken up the mantle their parents' generation had left hanging on the cloak rack. Draco was none too keen to drape over himself again this particular mask. However, he couldn't avoid it without having somewhere else to go. And Draco currently had no place to go.
"I can ensure attendance. Am I to remain with plausible deniability regarding the climax or would it be best if I know the details? If I'm going to remain fully culpable, I imagine the latter would be better."
He wouldn't offer to go in blind, not precisely. However, :Blaise was right, in previous years, the Malfoy name itself carried such weight as to ensure almost anyone's attendance. Now, while faded, he'd still inherited his mother's propensity for manipulating social situations, a position he'd far prefer to be in than his father's violent evening escapades. He prayed to Merlin Blaise wouldn't ask the latter.