Mercy smiled, exhaling slowly. "I like to remind them that their parents or grandparents were almost certainly just as disappointed in them as they are in us." She probably shouldn't have 'reminded' a senior Death Eater of that recently, but she would maintain to her death that the point was perfectly valid, and that perhaps men like Antonin Dolohov would be less absurdly insufferable if they got mouthed off to more often. Honestly, apart from the whole being willing to actually crucio and kill things he didn't like, he was the very picture of a crotchety, blustery old man who thought everyone born after 1959 was nonsense. Well, perhaps she thought he was nonsense, and perhaps she was just as capable of killing things as he was.