"Oh, I don't know. You and McFusty might make a smart couple..." This time he was teasing, something about her assessment of trophy wives striking him as quite funny, though he wasn't sure why. "If you didn't end up charred, you might quite like a family run dragon reserve."
His long fingers were still at her throat, and his fingertips curled into her hair almost absently. "Maddening. Yes, I suppose it would be if you came to regret it." Again, that tone behind the words as if somehow he knew, and Draco wasn't usually this unguarded, even with his tone.