He scoffed, clearly finding something in her answer that amused him. She worried that much like his uncle, and indeed much like most of the former Death Eaters still alive after all that time, that he was going insane. Or he'd been there a while. Several times throughout the past year she noticed little breaks in his calm, collected façade when a deranged stranger would come peeking out. Draco was only just able to hold himself together. The man was unraveling at the seams.