She was just about to panic because Rosie had wandered off (she thought to the loo but she wasn't back yet) and people were showing up--and then her hand was being grasped and kissed and her eyes raised demurely all the while a blush flew across her face. He was staring very obviously and she wasn't sure if it was a good thing or not.
"Thank you," Silas said quietly hoping whatever it was that he was going to say was nice; it was what she was going to assume anyway, that way she didn't have to think about the insult he was going to direct toward her. "You look very nice as well." Her voice was quiet, but honest. He did look nice, but he always looked nice; still if she was assuming he was complimenting her, she would return the favor as it was only polite.
For a moment she stood awkward, not sure what else to do or say regardless that Mrs Malfoy had been "training" her all day to learn exactly that. She licked her lips and glanced around before looking back up at him slightly. "Did you have a good morning?" It was the first thing that popped into her mind, and she figured--it was a legitimate question. He hadn't gone to bed until late and when she'd awoke in the morning, glancing at her journal she had seen why. Though she wondered if he even knew she knew, or for that matter had even caught on to the fact that he drank constantly. She was naive in a lot of things, but she was not a child and she wasn't stupid. If he wasn't an alcoholic he was well on his way there.
The thought worried her more than she admitted. People complained about what being married to an alcoholic was like and she had never met one, but she had seen what alcohol could do to a person and the thought- frankly- scared her. But, like all things, Silas pushed it aside to hope for the best; he had not shown himself to be like that and she would have faith that he wasn't (until proven otherwise).