Draco's eyebrows rose steadily as Albus spoke, and waited a while after to check that there really hadn't been a direct answer in any of that. The man spoke in riddles. But then, Draco thought, he should have expected it. The man had been right loopy when Draco had known him and surely not all of it could be attributed to old age. He thought he'd understood that Albus hadn't particularly liked what he'd found, but surely that didn't mean it would be the same for Draco! They were different people, had different luggage, and even if it was completely empty, at least his curiosity would be assuaged. He would be disappointed, but at least he could stop wondering.
And yet, Dumbledore's - Albus's - words gave him pause. What if it really was something terrible? Draco had watched Albus braid his hair (and he never thought he would see something like that) and wondered if something so very girly could be attributed to the luggage. It felt, to Draco at least, that Albus Dumbledore grooming himself should really be something done in private. What was the luggage doing to him that he would braid his hair with an audience? Or, on the other hand, maybe it was perfectly natural, to Albus, to do up his hair like this as though he were at some bird's pyjama party.
"What did you get?" he asked, shocked at his own audacity. It wasn't what he'd meant to ask.