Draco blushed, not expecting that sort of reaction, "It was her thought. I-" he looked up at the house and decided in that instant that if he wanted to be truly honest with anyone, he needed to start now. "I won't deny that I find her attractive, I have for years if I’m honest. If I'd been raised differently- if my father hadn't been a blood purist- if... if I'd made different choices-" he stopped, his eyes dropping to his right hand clutched in a white knuckled fist at his waist. "In another life, perhaps- things might have been different between us." He consciously relaxed his shoulders, shaking his hands out, and took a deep breath then met her eyes. "But it wasn't meant to be. My marriage was not a good one and I want to take some time to process through things before I start looking for a wife again."