"Do what I'm told?" Draco sent him an arched look, then smirked. "Our current situation seems to point to the fact that I am not all that good at doing that, actually."
Except when it was going to save his own skin.
"You realize I have no interest at all in Dumbledore's vision. I don't have any love for mudbloods. I just - " He didn't have the words for it, then shrugged, "I just have the feeling that this is the wrong path. I may not like it, but I don't like chaos and terror, either, apparently, so tolerating them seems a better alternative."
He realized he hadn't answered the question about Hogwarts, and shrugged again. "My Aunt ordered me to send a list of all the mudbloods at Hogwarts. I assumed they were planning to come for them. They still are, I'm sure."