After that first evening, Malfoy hadn't sought out her company either; no additional dining invitations had been forthcoming, and the few times she caught sight of him from afar he merely nodded and proceeded on to whatever it was he did to pass the time. She was grateful he seemed to have matured enough to not lord his status as her captor over her as he would have done as a child, but she almost wished he'd come and sneer at her so she could have an outlet for all of her anxiety. 