the idea that he was doing anything with muggle women made him scrunch up his nose in distaste, barely casting his eyes about the crowd as if surveying the women. "don't make me sick, we're about to eat," he half joked, playing with the end of his napkin absently. at her almost question he furrowed his brow, cocking his head curiously, "what?" she couldn't start a sentence and not finish it - at least not one that started that like that. "you're a black, don't step back on your word."
"me? charm? you must think me some kind of wizard." he teased, reaching forward to pick at the bread that was left in the center of the table for them. "are you expecting me to be awfully cruel?" he asked, only partly in actual wonder. his bright white teeth sunk into the soft crust of the bread, tearing at it with a smile. "that's hardly a way to start a marriage." he wiggled his brows suggestively, as if it were already set in stone.
There was a roll of her eyes, "You say that as if temptation doesn't run through all of us." Not that she had ever been tempted by a muggle man, she'd have to be around them far more often, and she wasn't. Plus she had heard more horror stories of them being more aggressive than the men of the wizarding world. Was that true? How would Narcissa begin to know? "I don't step back on my word, I decide who I trust with my word, that's a strong difference dearest Malfoy." Raising a brow to make a point, he was looking to make his rank with the Dark Lord, she couldn't go putting out there that wasn't it stupid, couldn't they just live among the those that somehow ended up with magical ability that had no magical standing? That maybe in some way their was some bloodline that extended far back that they just didn't know about? Only she wasn't willing to be reported back and have lord knows what done to her.
"You're right, you charming?" she teased, taking a sip of her wine, savoring in the taste. It was decently good for a muggle wine. "Cruel? You act like I don't know your goal in life, to be amongst the highest in his calling." she said attempting to be vague, not that muggles would understand. "Don't you think that will come with cruelty beyond measure? Possibly selling part of your soul? Guess as much as I can be that of ice, I'm not ready to sell my soul." With a casual shrug.
With a pause she then laughed, "Start a marriage, what are you talking about? Oh dear, have you already taken a poor witch to be your future wife? And you have me out here on a dinner? What would the daily prophet say?" she quipped. "So who is the lucky witch? Let me guess, it's a Greengrass? Family is always full of daughters."


















