Draco hardly disagrees. It's here for the taking after all, and just at the moment any consequences seem fairly... inconsequential. What sort of Slytherin would he be if he rejected this opportunity, when it's all but fallen into his lap?

Metaphorically. Though when Billy's shoulder presses against his own, the literal meaning does briefly cross his mind too, and likely it's not just the cocktail responsible for the heat in his cheeks, in spite of the cooling charm. He pushes a wayward strand of blond hair back to meet the gaze he can feel watching him. Whatever filter might have stopped him answering this question is apparently long gone.

"When I can get away, there is a wizard's club I quite enjoy. Once a month or so they hold a masquerade... evenings tend to get quite interesting when they provide the mystery potions." Fun, and a perfect excuse to forget, if only temporarily. Draco's mostly restricted himself to only the masquerade nights, not really wanting to risk the possibility of his attendance getting back to his father, or the papers.

Which never entirely stops him going either. "The 'mystery' bit is frequently code for sex, of course... probably not so far removed from some of the concoctions floating around this place." He smirks, quirking a questioning eyebrow. "I take it you also enjoy fun?"