Draco made an appropriately annoyed face at that, shaking his head. Fascination with muggles over the last five years had leapt up - it was enough to almost make him rethink what he'd done those years ago. Or, not at all, actually, but he liked to think to himself that it was. As things were, he just found it annoying and dull. Hypocritically, given he lived in a muggle building and spent more time among Muggle establishments than he'd like to - But Draco had never claimed not to be a hypocrite.
One finger absently slid up and down the step of his champagne glass, just to keep his hands moving. "Does that mean you'll have more time off, then?"