Draco is extraordinarily glad that Rodolphus isn't here at the moment - his stomach does a sickening flip at the nickname because he knows it would never be allowed but he recovers quickly, licking his lips and swallowing while they're not looking at him properly.

It's Bellatrix's comment about muggles that makes Draco's eyebrow raise too, though thankfully it's hidden by his hat—mostly. His smile's a little haughty, a little condescending, but it appears genuine enough, which is what's important. "Plenty, I like to think." Ahem. Anyway, chocolate.

"The best you're going to get here is something by Cadbury," Draco says, absolutely pronouncing the company name wrong, but he saw the brand here and he isn't going to bother to actually figure out what's good chocolate or not in this sudden hell-scape situation he's trying to escape as quickly as possible. He pauses, eyes, scanning the shelf of chocolate. "A Crunchie, probably. Or a plain... Dairy Milk, if that's more his speed."

Why is this happening to him? He's a good person now. Kind of.