"It's just...a saying," he told her casually as she continued to explain. When he went on about a boss of some sort that insisted she dress up, Draco decided he didn't want to know this person she'd worked for. If they weren't mentally ill, they definitely had issues of some kind, and he could see now that whatever they'd done had affected Harley profoundly. While she didn't seem afraid, she was a bit jumpy and aware of her surroundings in a way that only someone who had seen horrible things would be.
Or maybe he was assuming entirely too much.
"It's off limits at night?" he asked, looking around at the various headstones and stone angels. "Is this place dangerous to mu--people?" It didn't seem very dangerous, after all what could the dead possibly do to you?