Draco took a deep breath and exhaled it in a dramatic huff. She appreciated the fact that it was clear he understood her concerns. They had both had reason over their long careers as Death Eaters to cross paths with those who thought they desired to live the same sort of dangerous existence. He had had no choice but to offer his arm to the Dark Lord. Likewise, she had been given a choice, but not a fair one. Both forced into his service, they'd gone their separate ways. He performed his duties with a reluctance that wasn't difficult to spot and she performed hers with an ardor that consumed her very being.