Potter always had an annoying tendency of making threats that he probably didn't want Draco to collect on; especially in this area of town. He kept his attention on his eyes and noted even the most subtle of expressions. After a moment of pause once his question was poised, he straightened his posture and watched him. One would get the feeling he was 'sizing him up'. "Listen here, Potter. There are things going on here that your puny brain can't come to terms with."

There was another pause and a swallow as another man passed by with a sketchy bearing. He waited until the man was out of sight before returning his eyes to him. "You don't know anything about my sort. You don't know a thing, Potter. And I'd be careful if I were you--or your little mudblood girlfriend. Be careful, because they clearly have every intention of wiping her kind off the face of this planet. And all the wizarding world will benefit from your untimely demise, Potter."

He swallowed his next words and just watched him. He was angry; full of fire, and rage, and ambition. This feeling was glorious. He loved seeing the look in his face as the anger flared up. It caused an arrogant smile to curve his lips and he chuckled. "My sort... I hope she stays like that. We don't need anymore mud in our veins, do we Potter?"