Draco didn't want to talk about Azkaban - didn't want to think about what it was when his father was there, or what it was when his ... well, not friends exactly, he hadn't had friends during those years, but whatever Greg and Vincent were... when they'd been there. How close he'd been to being there himself was still a very real concern for him, no matter that he'd avoided it. That he and his father both had.
It was easier to think about Nott, which was saying something given how dramatic Gregory seemed to be on the subject.
"I know what he's like - " Draco finally admitted, standing up and taking Greg's glass to fill it again, and then coming back and handing it over before he put the bottle down on the table between them. "I've been to visit him over the years. He's not gotten any better or worse in my experience. But if you're set on getting him released, you won't be able to do it yourself. "
A thought struck him and he almost winced, but instead cleared his throat. "A charity might be able to do so. My family and I personally contribute to quite a few who could have a reason to petition the Wizengamot for wardship over someone affected by the war."