Draco blinked at the question, and for a moment he had to remind himself just why the hell Goyle would think he'd wanted that. But then ... right. The damn Squad. And all his to control again, when half the members didn't give enough of a sodding fuck about it all to let him know they were interested.
But it was the one thing he had to take home on holidays as proof that he was doing something useful, so he forced a cruel sort of smirk and grabbed at the bottle again, shrugging. "I suppose. If you get a few good knocks. I just wish it were Gryffindors, you know. Find a way to catch Weasley and her girlfriend out, or something."