Draco grimaced, he didn’t want to please his father, but he didn’t want to piss him off either in case he did have useful information. In another world, he’d tell his father about how the heir to the Malfoy fortune was a half-blood, and maybe not even biologically his, how he was going to give up his name as soon as he married Remus and Hermione. He’d dig at him. Make him squirm and suffer over the decisions that his son was making, but there was no use. The man in front of him was already broken.