"You know I would still argue about it until you gave in to me," she said, slowly moving to her side of the bed. Narcissa wasn't entirely convinced, but she supposed it was a start. She could not demand too much of him when she was carrying such deceit on her own shoulders. The guilt would have eaten away at her too much, despite having no regrets over what she'd done. This would have to do for now. If she pushed him too much more he'd be liable to shut her out completely, and that would have been unbearable. Slowly, she pulled back the soft comforter and slid beneath it. "How much longer must you continue these.. killings?" She asked, looking up at him. Did she care much for Lucius to be murdering others? No, but that wasn't exactly why she was asking. She missed him and she was sick of being alone all the time. "Is there not anyone else that can share this assignment with you? Your presence has been missed here."