"If I'm sweet and obliging, Narcissa will start testing me for polyjuice and other potions that could prove that I'm not me," he said with a smirk.
He couldn't care less about Adrian Pucey. He'd worry about all the names if this farce proved to be eerily true. However, he still need to distract himself from the pain. "So why aren't you Tracey Pucey?" His eyes kept going to Jake, though, which was more interesting than a middle age woman. "And is he married?"
He kept quiet when she called over her cousin. "I give myself over to your capable hands." Hopefully, he'd still be alive when they were done.