He didn’t argue with her, which was a relief. He walked her out of the lab, up the stairs, and then down a hallway. She had never been to his house before. It seemed so cold and vacant. Like a museum. Not someone’s home. They were both quiet, the only sound coming from his shoes on the perfectly polished marble floor. Then she saw the main door, which was massive. Everything seemed out of proportion. But that’s what it meant to be a pureblood billionaire as supposed to a poor muggle, she supposed. All her focus went on small details of the house—the floor, the intricate details of the door handle—anything but Malfoy next to her.