"In politics, I'm not in politics, what do I care if you are?" He worked at the bloody Apparition test center! Hardly career of any kind and definitely not politics. Well, not yet. Draco supposed he might some day attempt at going into politics, but he wasn't in it now and he truthfully had no interest in politics. That was more his father's thing.
But his son was so bloody sensitive. Draco sighed and rolls his eyes. "Do you like medicine? Do you like being a Healer? It's a very worthy career path, I don't know what you're so worried about. True, you're nothing like me. But there's already enough of one me going around, I don't need you to be a younger version of your old man. My father expected that of me and I-" He hated him. "I don't respect him for it."