She realized that he had gone through a considerable amount of hell to make sure that they were all safe throughout his time spent in the Dark Lord's inner circle. What had always baffled her throughout was why it was their safety that was threatened when they had been devoted to the cause. There were times when she felt their lives were more at stake than those of Muggle descent. Especially over the past two years.
Narcissa watched as he began to undress and tried to truly listen to him, but she found herself just growing irritated with his words the more he spoke. "And you are a fool if you believe I won't do everything within my power to make sure Draco isn't kept safe. I told my sister this and I will tell you, there is nothing I wouldn't do anymore." Perhaps she was too hot-blooded, but her actions before had kept their son safe from death. "You do not get to decide when it is the right time for me to step in anymore. I don't believe at this point you would even tell me regardless. You rarely tell me anything anymore, even when you say that you will. When you do, I'm fairly certain you pick and choose what you have deemed appropriate for me to hear. I don't even know where you were tonight."
For the briefest moment, she let her gaze drop to the floor. A momentary weakness, which was quickly corrected by flickering her eyes back to him. She did not want to show him how much it hurt her that he'd gotten so distant. If he thought her to be weak, then he'd never tell her anything. "I'm not so delicate, Lucius. You can share the weight of this with me. I'm your wife; it's what I'm here for. Instead of focusing on what you should be keeping from me, we should be figuring out a way to get Draco out."