At that last question, Draco gazed solemnly, yet silently back toward the Minister himself. He surveyed the man closely, wondering if he truly had just hired Draco because of his expertise in Death Eater manners. Part of him wanted to tell the Minister to fuck it, because he'd just asked Draco the one question that would fully support this idea. Then, however, Draco chose to take this into a game of power play. He leaned forward cautiously, never letting his gaze waver from the man's face before him.
"If I answer that, honestly, they will tie that information directly to me," commented Draco softly. "They're aware of how much I know, and how confident I am in what I do know. If I give you that answer openly, no matter how you cover it up in the Ministry, they have ways of recovering that information, and no matter how good of an Occlumens I actually am, even I wouldn't be able to save my mind from being raped like that. You told me earlier in this conversation that you didn't hire me because of my knowledge in that area, yet here you are, asking me directly for names. I'm afraid, for fear of my own personal safety, that I cannot answer that question directly, Minister." He kept his voice calm still, but Draco's eyes showed something else.
They showed fear, open fear. Draco was also very talented at appearing one thing, but being another, and this was no exception to that rule.