Draco had been in the middle of a nice bath when he heard the roar of Qiong Qi and Clarent demanding him to bring his dog life out there for their enjoyment. Naturally, a glint of malice flashed in his eyes as he internally raged.
How dare those vile bastards tarnish his reputation? It seems like his kindness towards them these past few months had given them wings. Well, it was time to rip them off!
He calmed down and lazily continued with his bath. The maid in charge of washing his body was too engrossed in what she considered a super fun task to be bothered about external stimuli.
After 20 minutes, he left the bath and went down to the dining room for a meal. Chatting with Ophie, lightly bullying the repressed Natasha, and scheming with Hoover took him another 40 minutes or so.