Duce tilts her head, "Draco's related to Jareth? Huh. Didn't know that."

Duce wriggles slightly, somewhat bashful, "Yeah. It's kind of strange, since we live with him and Wednesday's allergic to anything remotely resembling 'cute', but so far so good. We just.. dunno. Half the time he's fine, and the other half, he's .. locked in on himself and afraid." A muscle in her jaw tightens briefly, "His ex was apparently.." Her breath explodes in a sigh, "not so good at communication."

Biting into a taco fiercely, Duce chews it as though she wishes it were .. something else.