Draco snorted. "No, I am not your father. Or mine, actually, no matter who seems to be trying to make me into him." He said these things mostly to himself, as he didn't think Theo would really understand. Then again, it wasn't that big a change. All the conversations he could remember with Nott had been one sided, mostly.
He did watch as the man crawled to him, though, and he arched an eyebrew sharply, but found himself folding down against the door until he was sitting there. Then he reached into his coat and pulled out what he'd brought with him - what he generally did bring - a package of cherry flavoured sugar quills. He thought they tasted like cough syrup, but Theo had always liked them.
"Here, these are for you." He said, sitting them down next to Theo's leg. "When you want them."