It was painful. Draco was probably going to get a gray hair out of this.
"You are essentially marrying a copy of my wife," Draco replied, almost to himself. He took another sip of beer, eying Iggy very intently. It was the look Draco used to give Iggy when he was trying to figure out if Iggy really HADN'T ratted him out to their mother.
"Did this not occur to you? That this would be strange of you?" Draco asked. "I assume your feelings for her are very genuine, but conceptually... conceptually... this is messed up, okay?"