Abraxas laughed, taking a seat in one of the chairs in front of Tom's desk. "Telling me no one else will drink it won't discourage me from bringing you some," he told her. "That will be even better for me."
He took a sip of the firewhiskey and quirked an eyebrow at him. "I have time. He's my grandson, Tom. If something happened then I'd like to know about it. Neither of us is in a position to criticize Merlin for the way he feels about Draco. Both of them know their duties. They're good boys."
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