Morag smiled warmly at the younger Tonks and then turned to Antonin, smirking. 'Mr. Dolohov?' she teased, trying not to laugh. Her eyes were snapping with mirth, though.
Turning back, she apologized. 'Excuse me, please. Any chance to give him a hard time....you understand...' she explained with a grin.
'We're good. Interested in the plans, of course. I assume you're both planning to participate?' They were both present, after all.