"Mm, looks a bit like Father, too." He doesn't think he is a Malfoy, of course; he's in a Muggle store and is clearly not wasted. What would the sense be in that? Still he tilts his head and stares at the man with what appears to be an incisive stare but is really just Lucius Malfoy forcing his eyes to focus.

He smiles, after a moment, catching Bella's drift the way he's caught it countless times before. Of course, he has a different style than his most favorite senior, and he smiles a gentle smile that has lured in many a Muggle fooled by his blond looks. "My most abject apologies, Your Majesty," he says to Bella before he aims a we're in this together please save me from this madness look at Draco. "I'm really very sorry, but we promised her boyfriend chocolate. He has cravings, and he's impossible if he doesn't get it." Not entirely a lie, honestly. "If you could assist, we can get out of here, and you can get back to...."

He peers into the basket. "Your cheese sandwich? I hope you're toasting it." Well, something was probably going to be on fire tonight, that much is true.