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If you want to feel like a man, sing German New Hardness songs at a Japanese karaoke bar over a couple beers with what looks like the richest man in Wall Street. This is exactly what Draco Malfoy finds himself doing one night a couple years after the whole Voldemort Death Eater Attempted Assassination thing blows over.
"We're all living in Amerika, Amerika, Amerika. We're all living in Amerika. Coca-Cola, Wonderbra-"
Wonderbra. Wonderbra. A single word trips the Slytherin prince up and causes his cheeks to turn traitor and display Gryffindor pride for a couple minutes, and this despite the fact that he only vaguely understands what a Wonderbra is. Luckily, his partner in singing crime, appears not to notice his cheeks being on fire, his ice blue eyes remaining fixed on the screen where the lyrics scroll by to a background of gyrating anime characters.
"This is not a love song. This is not a love song. I don't sing my mother tongue. No, this is not a love song."
Azazel's long and pointy tail lashes in time to the beat, as Rammstein intended. In fact, many of their songs were inspired by him, and it shows. A great lover of karaoke, Azazel has been getting Draco to pay for extensions on their room rental everytime the time is up. He's also been getting him to buy a great deal of champagne and sushi. When the song ends, the last one on the current playlist, he turns to his companion whilst running a hand over his slicked back hair, black to Draco's white-blond, making sure it's still nice and fabulous.
"So, Draco, still having fun?" He asks, once he's done making sure he looks more amazing and classy than any wizard ever, including Lucius Malfoy at his best.
Draco copies the hair smoothing move. Sadly, he does not possess the Red Lord's immortality, and his choice of hairstyle is beginning to make him look like a used car salesman. "Yes, Uncle Azazel. I was singing my mother tongue, for at least half the time, so I'm happy about that, I suppose." He drawls, ending with a chuckle and a watery smile. Uncle Azazel tends not to take no for an answer, so if he wants to go sing karaoke with you, you are going to sing karaoke with him (and pay for his drinks), whether you like it or not. The mutant isn't actually, biologically (one hopes) Draco's uncle, but he's been friends with the Black and Malfoy families for as long as anyone can remember, and he's been very kind to them, so when he shows up, Draco is always shunted off to go do 'young person' and 'muggle things' with him. Some of the songs he's made to sing are very rousing and in English, he's not lying about being happy about that.
"Good. Let's move on to playlist L, shall we." With a wicked grin, the red and devilish mutant turns back to the screen, thus avoiding seeing Draco's face fall into despair and exhaustion.