Draco didn't know what to say, either. They were going to torture, punish, kill someone... what were the right words for talking to someone you were about to do that with? Especially someone you'd now shagged more than once, including a shag that involved cleaning off blood?
He didn't know. So the first words were from Morag to their victim, and a small, cruel smile spread over his features too. Morag's presence was almost as helpful as the alcohol, because just like last night, he found it rather attractive when she was violent, even if his stomach turned just a little at what she was doing.
Impulsively, he wrapped an arm around Morag's waist, kissing her neck as she tortured their victim, his eyes on the boy. So long as he was concentrating on her, he could handle this. "Tell me when it's my turn," he said, voice soft but with a dangerous smile in it.