Alecto liked to think of herself as, always watching. Her eyes, even now in the company of one Narcissa Black, observed the individual in front of her as if every flinch was a subtext she was obligated of which to pick up on. Nerves, nerves were always rather apparent to her-- especially so in those of whom she had spent enough time with that a system of 'tells' had begun to develop. The blonde was clearly weary to some degree, and though Alecto was positive the reason as to which this was so would soon fall from her lips she could not help but feel a smidgen off put by any degree of discomfort that may be expressed in her presence by the likes of Narcissa. Alecto liked to think that she had made it quite clear to the young woman that no matter the circumstance, she was entirely approachable. Then again, a part of her had long accepted that as a person there was always something about herself that never quite made her as approachable of a soul as she intended for herself to be. Perhaps it was the stone still frame with wild unyielding eyes, the manner in her speech, or the peculiar way in which in spite of her somewhat smaller stature as a woman she managed a rather looming presence. Perhaps it was something else entirely, or perhaps a pinch of every differing manner about her-- she came to suppose it did not matter quite as much as she once thought it should. Time would pass, those within her respects were bound to come to the understanding that if there was anyone they could trust it was her.
In silence, Alecto raised the cup of tea she had been offered to her lips to take a steady sip. Allotting Narcissa a rather rare version of a smile, one of which managed to leave behind it's usual haunting edge. "Not at the moment my dear, I am quite content-- thank you." As luck would have it, Narcissa seemed rather adamant on getting to the point of things-- a quality she possessed that Alecto had always been rather fond of. She had little patience for those whom took to the the ideal of 'beating around the bush'. Though of course, in her spirits, she did always allot for an individual to go about things in their own manner. She was far from being the type of leadership figure whom merely wanted those in her wake to be nothing more then a simplistic mirror image of herself. Ah, no. Individuality was important, each of those whom came to gather within her ranks were vital for entirely different reasons and anyone with half a mind would understand that it was important to embellish upon such strengths. "Well yes, of course, I have indeed come to assume as much of the situation. Please, do tell."
The slight restraint she had previously possessed at the ideal that Narcissa had not been made properly aware that Alecto was more then accessible to her upon her needs seemed to fade as Narcissa came to explain why it was Alecto whom she had come to seek out with whatever it was that happened to be weighing on her mind. As the word plan lingered in the air, Alecto's curiosity peeked but she did not allow herself to press the young woman any further-- clearly she intended on explaining herself, there was no need to pressure her into doing so. Though before Narcissa could say much, Alecto was already possessed by a need to interject "Your family name will come to surface stronger then ever, even with yourself and your sisters relinquishing such names for another-- Lucius is an aware man. Only a fool would second guess an arrangement with a young woman like yourself, certain unfortunate circumstances aside." Alecto never spoke of Sirius directly in Narcissa's presence, she never implied the hope that she herself still clung so dearly to. If she was to be wrong it would be on herself, she would not make promises to those she cared for without assurance that they were not the promise of faith-- empty. Instead, Alecto liked to focus on the other members of the Black family; all of which she happened to be entirely fond of. Though of course, in varying reasons considering in spite of the similar name and bloodline the four individuals of which were in question were altogether quite different. Another reason that Alecto tended to favor them so, each possessed their own quaint spark. It was impossible to not appreciate.
The very second that the mention of being with child came to rest, Alecto's hand instinctively moved to settle upon her stomach-- unable to help feeling the hallow ache of her past failure. "Interesting", Alecto mused though it was apparent that she was unsettled to some degree. She never made any attempt to hide such things, she had spent too long being expected to paint on a pretty face for the world to see that now she wore every emotion as raw as it happened to present itself. "You genuinely fret then, that Lucius has come to second guess this arrangement? I prefer to think of him as far too wise a soul to make such a mistake, but alas I will not ignore your concerns. It does of course seem drastic to some degree, not that you would not make for a passionately fit mother. I simply wonder if perhaps you have not thought about certain details, for instance you would not be allotted to be in the 'field' per say. Not whilst carrying. Is that something you would be willing to accept in the name of assuring your claim to the Malfoy name?"