"That might be true, Narcissa, however if it were to benefit our cause, wouldn't you be willing to speak to him just a touch?" Dominic's words were sly, his intent clear in the way he looked straight back at her, meeting the challenge in her lightly coloured eyes.
Shifting, he rested his elbow against the table top, bringing his wand higher up to brush along his lightly toned skin.
"Malfoy happens to have a certain dislike of me, which I share for him just as much. I am interested in joining this group, in their cause and what they stand for, but I think..." He paused, eyes drifting shut briefly, when they opened again, he had broken the stare, gaze shifting back to the books.
"It might seem suspicious to the prat. I could still try though, if that's what you desire, m'dear?"