"Follow me." Kreacher walked through the hallway, nodding to the portrait of Mrs. Black. "Friend of the Master, proper pureblood," he told his old Mistress, even if he gave a disdainful look at the woman's clothes.
He walked all the way to the fourth floor and knocked on Master's bedroom's door, before opening it. He disappeared without a word.
"Miss- Pansy, I apologise for all the security and the location of our meeting," he said as he closed the door behind her as she stepped in. This is the only room with no portraits, and I'm assuming that this conversation is rather personal."