"Narcissa wants nothing to do with me," he went on as he continued to lightly trail his finger along her jaw and neck.  It was not unpleasant, his touch, and she heard a soft sigh of contentment escape her lips before she could stop herself.  He smirked. "She will be less than pleased by anything happening here in this house, of course, but as I am forbidden to leave these grounds unless the Dark Lord commands it – and he will not – she will permit it.  However, the Dark Lord may wish to make a spectacle of us both, once I approach him for permission, for the amusement of himself, and of the others."  He made a bitter face.  His light touch was driving her mad, but she tried to focus on his words. 