Not wanting to repeat herself, Pansy swallowed what, to her, was the rational counter point to that argument - that maybe that was the issue. She knew the situation Lucius had forced Draco into, but she could only imagine the strain Draco put on himself to maintain the charade. Pansy wasn't sure she felt comforted by the fact that what she had witnessed had been Draco on auto pilot.<br/>"Perhaps you should," Pansy suggested with just the right degree of deniability. She shifted in her seat, uncrossing her arms to reach for her glass of water; though she eyed Draco over its rim, it softened the glare. "Now that he's not here for a bit."<br/>A pause naturally occurred as she took a sip, her mind seeming to do the thinking for her. She wanted to cuss Draco out, far more than his replies gave any opportunity to, making her feel like Draco already knew what she wanted to say. So, instead, she allowed the argument to fully deflate. For once, there was no infliction to her voice when she went on, though it was the greatest compliment she could muster.<br/>"He wasn't what I had expected, being of your father's choosing."