Draco watched the pigmy puff jump onto its mistress' knee with amusement that only barely showed in the glint of his eye. The creature was something resembling cute, though his appreciation of such matters was less than expansive.
"Let us begin with this then," he waved his hand as if dismissing her panic. Indeed, he rejected the quickened breath as testimony she wasn't prepared for such cloak and dagger. "No where in writing shall Morrigan and Seeker be acknowledged as our identities, nor that they met."
It was a thought he'd cemented last night. No matter what else, it was best for both of them if no one could ever trace them using the other.
"And if you would like tea, of course I would not insult you by refusing." He hoped she wouldn't take it that he was asking for tea. Only that he refused to be rude to her in her own home. Well, at least refused to be uncouth in that regard.