"Ancestor." Draco said in a flat tone. The creature flicked its gaze to him and back to her. Almost fully ignoring Draco. He spoke a language she vaguely could recognize but only just that it was a romantic language. Draco frowned and didn't speak as he looked to her then back to the demon. The thing spoke again and Draco regarded him with a flat look. "I know you can speak english and if you want to talk further you will use it." A contemptuous sneer that made her realize the Malfoy sneer was most certainly as genetic as the hair and the demon lounged further in its chair. 