Draco leaned back and stared coolly across his desk at her. "I want you to add my name as one of the sponsors for your house-elf protections legislation, and I want you to include me on whatever your next campaign is. I want to be consulted, I want to be a co-sponsor. I want a seat at the highly exclusive little table of do-gooders, and you will be the one to get it for me and ensure that I stay there. And—" he gave her a slow smile, "you’ll owe me favour, which I will call in someday whenever I happen to feel like it, and you will do it whatever it is that I ask."