Some of the tension started bleeding out of his shoulders as he pushed harder, trying to press against the thoughts he was being fed. He allowed himself to hope - and after another thirty seconds of being thwarted, he drew back into himself, content with what he hadn't found. "Very good," he murmured. He sat, and motioned for Draco to do the same - but if he would rather stand, so be it.
"We have much to discuss," he said, keeping his wand out; he didn't know precisely what effect the revelation would have, but he couldn't put up with any foolishness. "Dumbledore kept quite a bit from you last year, and it's best you get up to speed."