He held up his hands, though the wand was still tucked away up his sleeve. "I'm not here to fight Narcissa." Which he wasn't he had a duty to show his children that fighting was the only way forward. "Yes, I imagine it is something of a surprise." He paused slighly, "Not dead I'm afriad." He held his hands out wide.
Maybe it was because inspite of everything she was his family, they shared Black blood or the fact she understood his world but something inside him wanted him to connect with her, at least on some level. "I wanted to see if it really was you." His voice was much quieter now, softer.