What could he have done? "I was born." he muttered simply, his face still cold even though his voice shook a bit. "I was a mistake, it condemn my mother to marry a poor muggle, something she deemed degrading to say the least." It was only the beginning of a story he preferred not to tell, he didn't even want to think about, yet this woman was taking it all out of him and she had simply asked.
He looked at Charity then, anger flashing in his eyes: "The same thing Lily says..." he hissed, wrapping her wrist in a tight grip. "They are nothing but words. Meaningless, like the rest of them... you'll be leaving just like she did." His eyes widened when he realized what he just said, he let go of her and started walking faster, trying to none too subtly run away.