Draco's eyes narrowed, but after six years of putting up with Nott's way of talking sideways around any subject, he'd learned to make more sense of him than most might be able to. He wouldn't consider him a friend, but he spent less time thinking of hexing the boy than he did others, for whatever that was worth.
"Not particularly," He said, with the air of someone who'd gotten a taste of something sour. "What is it?"