Her quietness did not escape him, and he wished so much that he could be with her, hold her, touch her. Yet he could not risk it. Not that he had the Dragon pox, but the mere chance...
She moved the locket, and he could not see her face, which he knew could not be a good sign, and when she spoke she sounded bitter, even as she spoke of Scorpius.
'Let me see you, my love,' he said softly, stroking the locket. 'And we shall deal with this, we must. The boy will grow up to be a Malfoy, nothing more, nothing less. Do take pictures for me,' he then said. 'I want to see what it is I miss.'