"But... Dumbledore is dead, Stephen," Matthew protested. "And who knows what desperate lengths the Order of the Phoenix will go to if they're handed one of the Dark Lord's own men... particularly given how the likes of Madame Lestrange have been hunting their ilk!" Truthfully, Matthew looked a little bit hopeful at the prospect of being tortured by his own victims! It would, indeed, be poetic justice, really...
As Stephen began to swear, however, Matthew's own hopeful expression turned to one, rather, of horror. "I have no desire to -- as you put it -- fuck my father, Stephen! I KNOW!" he suddenly shouted, albeit hoarsely, over Stephen. "I KNOW I'm a base coward who's too afraid to run! I mean, HONESTLY, Stephen, I may not know much about the Dark Lord, but I do know the terrible things that befall traitors to His cause...! And I do know how He AND his bloodthirsty followers will track me to the ends of the earth to make sure I pay my dues!" And Matthew, unfortunately, did not mean some sort of membership fee for the Knights of Walpurgis!
Matthew stood up a little straighter as Stephen went on about how horrible his lot was in life, and how he wanted to make it better by taking Matthew out of the picture -- though really not straight-backed at all, given his current level of inebriation. "If you want to get rid of me, as you put it," he remarked blandly, "Then at least have the decency to kill me here -- where I'll at least be laid to rest among family... Please?" he added as a polite afterthought. Because, at that moment, he really did want to die; the little voice in his head was egging him on to Hell -- the sooner, the better...!