"Then ask me properly. Politely. Maybe I'll give you permission." He could have flung a curse right then, but Barty preferred the psychological torture for now, the build-up. And making that arrogant little prick beg for freedom of movement in his own home? There was a lot of satisfaction in that, he'd admit it. He watched Draco, even smiling. Wand in hand, but not pointed. Waiting to be shown however much respect he felt like asking for.