Draco took his seat, and picked up his cup, sipping lightly at his tea. Truthfully, he was much better suited for the world of manners and niceties and politics, but he made do in the world of blood and gore. He had yet to decide whether that was a good thing for him or not, but it meant that he and the people he cared about were alive, at least for the moment. It meant that he still had the chance to make choices, and do things, that could keep them that way.
And aside from being family and someone he genuinely liked and respected, Bellatrix was also the most useful to him in that regard. He knew she wouldn't think badly of him for thinking that way.
"Well enough," he said. "As I said, concerned with Pansy's safety. And with the safety of all our family's assets, if Gringotts is now vulnerable." He didn't want to press the issue, knew that it was likely a touchy topic for her, but it was definitely a concern of his.