Malfoy cut her off. "We’ve already established that your education has been incomplete, by your own admission. And that mortal mythologies contain more truth in them than Heaven would admit. Milton may have written under the influence of certain mind altering fungi and too much ale, but preening and peacocking to any mortal who will listen is a particular weakness of my sire, and he found a willing ear and ready quill with that one. In fact, Father’s vanity is responsible for the punishment of his current post, kissing the—" he coughed and swallowed a particularly foul grin, "ring  of our master instead of moving freely among the realms."