Seemingly ignoring the weapon aimed at him, Malfoy took another step towards her, putting himself very near to punching range before replying. "Let's start with a bit of a snog and see where it goes?" Framed as a question, she couldn't tell if what she was hearing in his voice was sarcasm, hope, or a strange mix of the two. "Oh, sure, Malfoy. Let me get right on that. When Blast Ended Skrewts fly."