Draco didn't laugh along as she apologized. Gazing at her intently for a moment, he then backed off and gave another reserved little smile.
"That's great," he replied, with controlled geniality. "No, don't worry about talking too much." The response was instant in timing, but his controlled gestures purposefully did not lend a sense of assurance to the pretty young woman.
He watched as she glanced away, and hid his confusion. Following her gaze, he found nothing provoking enough that would have distracted her. He had to leave and recompose himself.
"I'm going to get another drink." Normally, a man would stand and wait for a woman's response. But Draco made a point of already taking a few steps away. "Need anything?"