"No pets I'm afraid, only the family owl... and the servants my father loved to torture."

Since Steve asked. Draco sounded incredibly wry about the whole thing, but he was raised to do the same, to take out his frustrations on those who weren't actually able to fight back, to follow the natural order of things, and all that what Draco now considered to be utter nonsense. He scowled a bit down as they walked, not precisely wanting to be thinking of these things again at all... but there they were.

"It's not a very happy story, Steven. Perhaps we should talk about something else."