Draco stood up and retrieved the tea pot, returning to pour them both tea as a means of stalling. He'd started the conversation, so he really needed to finish it. Not that starting it in the first place had been the most stellar idea.
He waited until he'd returned to the table after setting the pot back on the desk.
"Meaning, that apparently, there is some way," he held up a hand defensively, "For some of the dead to return. I don't know how, don't know why, I just know...well, I've had relatives...return."
He picked up his tea and pointedly stared at the dark liquid.