Lucius looked at his son for a long moment, before eventually deciding it was beneath both of the to pretend Lucius hadn't expressed himself clearly enough, or that Draco hadn't perfectly understood him. The boy should, after all, be brighter than that. Instead, he continued, paying Draco's evident surprise no mind.<br/>"Statistically, minority voters vote on other minorities," he continued, his voice proper and enunciated as he shifted his weight, crossing his legs beneath the table. He picked at his jacket lapelles, readjusting them in the new position.<br/>"God forbid they should actually care about real politics, so I've been recommended to campaign for personal votes by -" he paused, finally meeting Draco's eye. His expression first and foremost indifferent "- publicly associating myself with a minority."<br/>For the first time over the course of the conversation, Lucius smiled. The smile was both so controlled and so delayed it was transparently obvious it was a forced command. "Preferably a couple."