((life is just,,, too short not to enjoy good things,,,,))<br/><br/>Lucius Malfoy had been examining his cup of tea with such scrutiny, one could forget it had been made by his own wife, and had been served in the comfort of their shared home. He sat comfortably in the dining chair as he continued to turn the spoon in the tea, looking at the colour and clarity of it against first the white china and then, the silver spoon.<br/>"We've decided it is time you entered a public relationship," he eventually spoke, effectively breaking the silence that had fallen on the table after the initial pleasantries had been exchanged over the proceeding lunch.<br/>It was only then he raised his gaze, finally looking at his son to whom the statement had been directed. Well aware of the presence of his wife, both to his right and in his statement, he didn't consider her a true part of the conversation. For that matter, neither was Draco; after all, Lucius wasn't asking.<br/>Once having spoken, Lucius' hand abandoned the silver spoon, leaving the tea otherwise untouched. Instead he folded his hands on the table top in front of him, eyes unwavering.<br/>"I believe your public -" he paused, the act calculated and intentionally hurtful "- homosexuality could potentially bring in minority votes in the upcoming polls."