"Did I want you to let some halfblood scold you? You shouldn't have put yourself in a situation to be scolded in the first place," Draco replied curtly, "Is that not processing with you? You can put yourself in a situation where you'd be called an ass, but not where you are in the wrong."
As Iggy colored, Draco sighed and resumed eating his breakfast.
"One tabloid called me a playboy," Draco corrected, cleaning up his place with the last bit of toast. "And playboy is flattering, actually, whereas off the rails is not. And what's up my ass is the fact that you let a bloody low life hotel manager strong arm you into writing a ridiculous cheque."
At the mention of their uncle, Draco turned serious.
"A tantrum?" he repeated, turning his ear towards Iggy slightly as if he couldn't quite believe the phrasing. Standing up, his eyes didn't break contact with his brother's as he reached for his napkin to wipe his mouth. "Are you telling me that you're going to stand here, in my house, and describe what happened as me over reacting and having a tantrum?" Eyes livid and dark with fury, he began moving towards Iggy as if he could kill him.