Watching Regulus as he crossed the room and stopped at the table Lily's eyebrows raised when he spoke. "A truce?" There was no way of masking the surprise in her voice, not at all put off to the idea, but she certainly would not have anticipated it.

"Well then," Lily changed the leaves in front of her into a mug of tea, using her wand to send it sliding to the other side of the table, where Regulus stood.

Already her mind was whirring away, sizing the situation up as she tried to determine the best course of action. She considered what one of her mentors back at school, Slughorn, might do in a situation such as this one - it was a line of thinking Lily had returned to in increasing amounts in the days since her arrival. Horace was cunning, he knew how to get by and do it well, but he was never cruel in his machinations (perhaps tone-deaf and vain at times, but never cruel). By her approximation he would look to ingratiate himself with those he decided were good, helpful company to keep while seeking to make himself as useful as he could. And he would hear out another wizard in a strange place.

Even one with undetermined personal alliances.

"What are your terms for our truce?"