Dominic's eyes had shifted from Narcissa's own gaze, down to the paper laid between them, which she continued to draw on, quill tip scratching quietly, a slight sound that filtered easily with her voice. It was absent minded wondering at her doodles that were in the back of his mind, the forefront crowded with thoughts, wondering and guesses at the group. At what Narcissa was saying.
It could have been betrayal to their ideals, to what they and their families believed in however he knew that he could not jump to any conclusion, not just yet.
After all, Dominic had agreed to hear her out. "I believe, the proper place is removal." Whether by death or other means, Dominic chose not to say just now. He did not wish to scare her off.
Shifting in place, he smiled a touch more brightly, a slight attempt to put her at ease. "I could not agree more. Going about getting information from Bellatrix seems more difficult then wrestling the Giant Squid..." He paused, stretching and leaning back in his chair.
"Malfoy's more...he seems to be pushing the matter that he has information, the overgrown peacock. I'm sure, if a certain amount of charm were applied, one could loosen his tongue only further."
Finally, Dominic's eyes met Narcissa's once again.
"It would be lovely to know if that groups creed does meet our own, after all."