She could appreciate a man who got straight to the point. At least when it was demanded of him first. Draco Malfoy learned enough of the fussy manners required of members of his family's former social circle to understand how to direct a conversation with the utmost decorum and civility. He was taught from a young age how to imitate the somewhat courtly speech of his father and grandfather. There were other ways to get information from a person than to ask them directly. The social class that the Malfoy family had been a part of once upon a time no longer existed. In the attempt to bring everyone to a more equal social footing, Mudbloods excluded, of course, the elites had been replaced with a new breed of witch and wizard. The Malfoys were a dying breed. Somewhat literally even. Despite his orders that all of his Death Eaters marry and procreate, somehow Draco had been exempted from that duty. She wondered why.