Your family is utterly ruined, you had to sell your last elf, and your father's mismanagement of the estate shames you so much that I shan't press you to tell any story that you do not wish to. One Slytherin stands by another, regardless. Fortune's wheel keeps turning.
I am less concerned with secrecy and more with not making an exhibition of my skills to entertain them, but thank you.
Ah. Well, I managed without one at school, I shall have to do my best here.