If a training bra was what he needed, Draco would've happily gone and found one, whatever size that meant. That the man wasn't actually being serious, however, annoyed Draco, who looked quite unimpressed, his eyes narrowing and a single eyebrow rising.
He seriously considered saying 'oh, fuck you' and getting back to the section to grab several different sizes and trying on the lot, but that wasn't the way his mother had raised him. Both of his parents had raised him to demand the best service available and this, he was sure, was nowhere near good enough for the likes of him. He deserved only the best and he would get it.
"Draco Malfoy," he admitted. It wasn't really an introduction, so he didn't hold out a hand to shake. "And yes, I was serious."