"Strong is never an issue, Narcissa. The stronger, the better." He dropped down carelessly in one of the chairs, the wood creaking as he lent back, wand rolling across the table top as he dropped it.
His eyes flickered back to the blonde witch, the edges of his lips drawn up in a smirk. "Go ahead, I'll just advert my gaze if you like."
Which he did do, as he dropped his feet fully to the floor and sat upright, looking towards a towering stack of books that were coated with a fine layer of dust. Dominic was far from chivalrous, however sometimes he liked to pretend.
"What do you think of everything that's been happening, Narcissa?"