Draco wasn’t above little staring contests with unassuming pigs who ambled for more than their worth, but this was only getting entertaining. Long legs unflurling, he finally rose up from his comfortable seat, taking his time to roll up the sleeves of his silk shirt- just what he had been doing before he was interrupted. When the sleeves were finally rolled up to his taste, tattoos out in all their glory, he approached the man. Correction. Towered over him, a mean stare on his face which he was sure would only turn worse the more this little thumbelina spoke.