"I'm still unsure about him," Draco said, always pleased when his brother remembered things about his work life. "His last three reports were actually perfect. Suspiciously perfect, actually..." he took a casual sip and leaned back in his chair. "So I'm having him investigated," he said nonchalantly, completely unphased.
"Did you?" Draco frowned. "I thought Spencer taught me about foccacia..." he ignored his brother's joke about his wife. Har har har.
"So, um?" Draco echoed, always impatient with things like that. "If you don't start soon I'm going to launch into how the fiscal year of 2006 will be a great model for the next quarter," he threatened.