Tiptree nodded with the faintest hint of what might have been a smile. "You don’t need to know," she repeated in a bored monotone, and Draco nodded. Of course. His stomach was in fucking knots, and he stared at the sky-blue door like it was his doom. He didn’t bother snarking at Tiptree – not only did he think it wouldn’t be healthy for him to push the woman on the topic, but he sincerely doubted the stolid woman would give out any more information than the bare minimum she already had.