"Precisely!" It was a jubilant hiss through the jagged edges of teeth bared in a nasty grin. "He'd never leave them alive if he had a clue how to cure it. Even if his magic and his physical strength were both already compromised, he'd simply sic the minions onto them."
At Regulus' last words, he threw the younger man a narrow-eyed look. "If he really is an invalid, it'd be impolite if we didn't give our ...condolences," another venomous hiss. "Have you heard anything about the defences on the party venue?"
He turned the slitted, assessing look on the other members of the Triad. "How many do you think we can spare for a strike force?"