"I don't want to turn her into anything and she wasn't my whore." That would imply that he'd cared, even a little and he hadn't. "It wasn't like that, Narcissa. I love you, I've always loved you. She was… I don't know what she was. She didn't mean anything and I don't want her to mean anything." He thought that she was overreacting. It was an affair. No one would care after too long. There was always some new scandal to keep people occupied.
He threw his arms up in the air. "Then tell me what you want me to say. I'll do and say whatever you want. I'll take whatever blame you want me to take. I just know that we can't ignore him, because it will come to bite us in the arse." And he refused to leave his child to Not. No one hurt what was his. Only he could do that. "Tell me how we make it better for you." After all no one would blame Draco either. He was the Malfoy heir. Leonardo would be the bastard child, but there was no way to fix that part.