"Perfect," he muttered to himself, turning his back to the door and weighing his option on either traversing the filthy alleyway or the odds of someone inside hearing his loud shouting and ponding on the door over the loud and obnoxious music. He decided on the middle ground of sorts. Someone, an employee most likely, was bound to step outside to either throw away some trash or sneak in a smoke break, either way, it was better than ruining his favorite shoes by walking over the dirty pavement or wasting his energy by banging on the door loudly while screaming. Draco Malfoy never soiled himself and Draco Malfoy never allowed himself to be overworked, unless it was between the creamy thighs of a willing woman.