"Of course," he answers automatically. Billy is good company at the moment, and a quick spell is honestly the least he can do to repay that. The incantation is mostly a whisper, nearly inaudible in the bar's noise but with luck it'll do the trick just as well. "Any better?"

Given the overall uplift his night's taken since he's arrived at this little welcoming celebration, Draco hardly wants to rain on anyone's parade. He's also rather focused on not losing Billy, or conversely spilling his drink all over them.

Thankfully grace is one thing he rarely lacks, even when his head is less than clear.

"Can't say I blame him really, I'd much rather be having fun," he drawls with obvious amusement. He sips his drink again as they near the table, and rather conspicuously takes his time slipping around Billy to take a seat in what turns out to be an unfortunately lumpy booth. He's not sure why he's surprised. "He knows how to make an excellent drink, though. Cheers."