"When the hell did you get hit with a stupidity spell, Rosmerta? If he's a vampire, he's a dark creature." Miles knew that Rodolphus kept vampires in Upper Slaughter, and he kept himself as far away from that place as possible. What the fuck was she doing bringing vampires here, and parading his son around with them?
"I don't know if it's escaped your notice, but the last time I checked, vampires killed people for a living. It's what they do." He shook his head, tutting loudly as he pulled Liam back towards him. "Get that grubby ink mark off your hand," he said to the boy, still shaking his head as he looked at Rosmerta in disbelief.
"What's next? Are you going to take him to the bloody werewolf clinic on the full moon?" Maybe letting him stay with Millicent and the mudblood wasn't as bad as he thought. At least the Mudblood wasn't going to eat his son at the first possible convenience.