He needed a minute, basically. But in the grand scheme of things, Draco felt as though he was maybe doing all right with the whole thing. He had a son. That was interesting. Not a horrible prospect. He felt bad that he wasn't currently married to the poor boy's mother, and that would probably be a shock, but he hoped that he could deal with that well enough.

Actually, it was rather reassuring, knowing he had a son. Something inside of him felt just a touch giddy at the thought.

"The Ministry," he echoed thoughtfully, rolling that around in his mind. Not a horrid job, as things went. It was still a job, but- Well, Draco supposed things came to that eventually. A Malfoy probably no longer held the clout they once did, and that meant politics couldn't be a hobby anymore. "In what department?"