It was hard to keep the surprise off his features when she told him that, once upon a time, Wormtail had been the one making the liquor. He blinked and stared over at her in pure shock. "Wait, what? Bloody hell. Why would they allow that?" he blurted, forgetting all sorts of manners in the process. He looked her over closely, then nodded and went to get the drink that she wanted.
He ordered his own drink--scotch--and returned with both drinks in his hand. "Here you are, then. You know, it's a little hard to play nice when no one is nice back," Draco drawled lazily, playfully examining his fingernails. "My aunt was down my throat about it before she left and out of respect for Severus, I'm willing to play nice as well. He's my godfather, you know." Draco tossed his hair a moment, settling back against the booth comfortably.