Their family seemed to be doomed to always have strife. Perhaps it was the price they paid for their influence and riches. Draco wasn't sure the price wasn't a bit steep. However, the fact that the Manor hadn't exploded was testament enough that what Regulus said was true. Had Sirius known about Bellatrix, he'd have stormed the Manor already.
"Thank you. For that. And, I'd appreciate it if you didn't share with my--with Bellatrix, what I truly feel about her."
He couldn't focus much more on this. It was going to eat at him, destroy him from the inside if he kept it up. He'd not grown up having to balance the bizarre filial politics of the Black family. When he was born, Andromeda had been disowned for the better part of a decade, Sirius for five years, and Regulus dead.
"So, are you going to come to the gala?" it seemed the best way to move the conversation. Family was difficult. It would always be that way, but Draco had no desire to push his cousin away. Regulus understood him in a way he doubted any other relative would.