"Is it not deserved?" He smiled down at her, pleased to see her looking a little less troubled, at least. "Very well - your taste is second only to my own, which I don't mind saying is undeniably exquisite. Satisfied?" He kissed her jaw, drawing her a little closer to him. He had no difficulty at all in shifting his concern from Draco to himself, not now, when there was so little he could do for the one and so much for the other. At the top of his list was convincing Narcissa that a semi-retirement wouldn't be the end of the world. Passing the family home and all of its attendant responsibilities to his son was a success, and one that left him free to pursue other things - not that he knew what they were to be, of course. Not many of them, anyhow. "You know me; I'm not one to sing my own praises."
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