Draco was vaguely pleased to see that she'd struck the balance nicely on the spectrum between using the wait for him as an excuse to let her work gather dust, and being so busy that he would have ended up waiting for her. It was a half-decent first impression of her work ethic, as such things went.
He led the way down to the interrogation room, stopping just outside it to look at her, his hand on the door. "The man inside this room knew about the attacks on the loved ones of our fellow Death Eaters beforehand, from his Seers," he said, expression grim. This was an extremely personal matter to him, especially after he had read the report in which Cerise Fortescue had foreseen the attack on Pansy. If he had known that was coming, there wouldn't be a death on Pansy's conscience now. "He will die, in the end. But I want him to suffer first, and I want to know why he did it. Understood?"