She felt the tension in him, and after a few moments, as if she'd proved a point to herself, or him, or some imaginary lurking foe in her mind, let him pull his arm back. "He didn't want you dragged into this, then?" That was... a relief, somewhat. She didn't want to think badly of his father, he'd been very nice to her, very charming, but she'd worried how parents who were so obviously fond of their son could have allowed this to happen to him. Not that, she realized, there was exactly a way to say NO to Death Eaters and get away with it.
She seemed to get what he was implying, and she laughed a little, even if it was tinged with a slight hint of hysteria. "No one's safe, really, are they? But you're still.. one of them, in the meantime, and that means they have other targets to concentrate on. Like idiotic seventh year girls screaming murder in their journals."
She made a face at him, trying to lighten the mood a tad, but then she sighed. "I'm proud of you, not it, but I can easily pretend to replace one with the other, I suppose."