She snorted, both amused and offended by his simple statement. Hadn't she been told that she was to trust him? Malfoy was confusing her the longer he sat perfectly still on the edge of the sofa. If his casual stance was to be believed, he was perfectly at ease speaking with his old rival in the cluttered and dirty cellar of an unknown Muggle family. Maybe her mind was finally going. She'd suspected it was beginning to for a long time. That had been the number one reason she ran out when she did. To preserve some semblance of her sanity before she came to an undoubtedly sticky end.