"I’m pleased that your face isn’t charred with endless firecalls like it was last summer," Draco said, gesturing to the dormant lighter. "You finally realize that volitionally conversing with your father isn’t a capital crime." He was not going to prod into his son’s personal life. He was not going to demand to know who the girl was on the other end of the call. If Scorpius had a girlfriend, he would tell them in time. Draco trusted him.