"There you go again, demanding answers," Draco sneered, elbowing his way out of the morass of memory back into the present moment. "When I don’t think you have the leverage you think you do, Potter. No. This is my territory. You have come to my hotel, my festival, my world now. I had a monumentally busy evening, as I take it you’ve witnessed, and all I can stomach right now is a chat, not an interrogation."