“You really are trying to get on my bad site, honey, aren’t you?”, Alecto asked amused with a little grin gracing her rosy lips, “because that you’re doing really well.” She was definitely nobody who liked being called similar to anyone. That wasn’t compatible with her outstanding self-confidence. “Well, I have to prove you nothing. If you can’t take the measure of me correctly, that’s not really my problem, eventually. But if I can give you a friendly advise, from friend to friend: better do not challenge me if you want to keep you pretty face. I wouldn’t like having to misfeature it.”
The brunet chuckled amused. “Well, he better behave then. It would be quite a shame if we had to punish him then. Without him hunting muggles and mud bloods wouldn’t be as much fun as it is right now.”
"I wasn't aware you had a good side," his words held a taunting to them as he shifted ever so slightly in his seat. "Should I run in terror now? Is that what most would do in this circumstance?" Lucius brought his mug to his lips, sipping on his coffee briefly. "Never said you did, and correct me if I'm wrong but it does sound as though you're threatening me. I would hate for you to realize much too late, not to underestimate me."
"Would be a downright shame," he agreed, setting his mug back down. "I somehow think we'd find a way to survive though."
