"Normally yes," Draco laughed, always amused by his wife's excitement. "But I'm actually that tired." Reaching into his jacket pocket, he took out an unopened carton of Gauloise cigarettes. Smacking the box against his wrist before opening it, he lit it silently with his wand and inhaled deeply. The tip glowed red at him.
"Somehow I doubt that. You were bratty as a child. The worst."
Draco did think it peculiar that Parvati was so strict with him when it came to his encounter with women. He was glad to have the cigarette. It made him easy tempered.
"A slice of toast with marmite isn't a sandwich," Draco reminded his wife, tapping some ash into the crystal tray on his nightstand. "Do you miss me?" he asked teasingly, his voice lowering a tone.