"No." Caractacus's voice was cool and hard, "If we were doing this in a proper fashion, you would have contacted me in the correct way prior to interfering with my gobstone. I will not play games with you, Ms. Prince. If you have something to say, then you say it, or else we are finished here." Burke stared at the Slytherin woman, looking her up and down with eyes of granite. If Ms. Prince thought that adoption of mannerisms closest to his own would sway him, she was mistaken.
He appreciated the formalities, of course, but Burke had grown up to learn to see the viper rearing to strike behind such pretty words. Slytherins were at their best during such times, and he had no intention of allowing her such an advantage.