"One tends to recognize one's cousins," Regulus says softly - strangely, as it's several things wrapped into one sentence. A jab, because Draco has just said he doesn't recognize him. "Don't tell me you're so far removed from the Black family as to not recognize it?"

Regulus is rather short but he has a lot of presence when he draws up to his full height, which he is currently. His lips twist into a smirk. "Perhaps you're a distant Malfoy, all the ones I know are brighter than this."

Sharp. Tight.

"My name is Regulus Black. Grant me yours."