Regulus stopped, and he sighed, because he could have kept walking, just ignored the question. But he turned around - or half turned. He didn't really understand why, though. A quandary for another day when the undead weren't a fresh thought in everyone's mind.

"You know of my family." It wasn't a question. But he didn't spit it at her. It was just the actual answer.

"You don't grow up a member of the Black family without being taught every curse there is."