That brought up some things. Lucius love was fleeting, cold. Distant frequently, parcelling out approval carefully, and swift with rebukes when he thought Draco was lacking.

While Cissa was warmer. Cooler than most parents, but much warmer. Sometimes almost smothering, placating him, spoiling him with treats and gifts.

It had to have been confusing to the child, growing up with such extremes.