Theo pulled his cane from the workbench, leaning forward on it. "Oh yes, how should I start that call? Hey Blaise, you remember when my father tortured me? Yeah, turns out he actually but a dark curse in my body that is slowly eating away at the use of my limbs and will then stop me from having the ability to use my lungs, killing me. But don’t worry, my wife is killing herself to find a solution to slow it because there is no known cure. How’s fatherhood?" He sneered at the Malfoy heir. "It really puts a damper on the times, doesn’t it?"