Bellatrix's smile and her touch to his coat means it takes everything he has to not flinch away. Old habits die hard and even so many years after her death at home, seeing her again like this is just... Seeing both of them is harrowing. Seeing them like this is somehow worse. He wonders how differently they'd act if they knew. Merlin, but if they knew. An errant thought floats through his mind, wondering what would happen if he killed them now, but even if he could kill anyone at all he could never kill family. Especially not his father.

Instead he leans in a little, laughs, shakes his head like he's considering and losing the battle. If they were sober, they'd notice the sharpness in his Lucius-eyes.

"What do two young people like you want with someone like me?" Yes, that's good. Draw it out. Good job, Draco. Still smiling, he nods toward the alcohol section, moving toward it. "Suppose we should get some vodka, then," drawled. Even if it wasn't a lie, he wouldn't want to see it.