Ceasing any further movement as Alecto's voice echoed loud and clear through the alleyway, Amycus had then realized the damage that he could have done through processing the lesson. It hadn't gone entirely the way he wanted it to, but for the most part, it had. The deed had been done though, unable to reverse time to take the situation back. Not that he desired to such a thing, but Amycus felt proud that someone took the chance and taught Draco a valuable lesson. Granted that it had gone a bit too far, but that was the way things ended more often than not. There was one thing that he knew for sure, no one else would have dared to speak the truth to the young boy. Draco would continue through life accomplishing task after task for the Lestrange Brothers and never be rewarded for any of it.
Later, the boy would be thanking him. Amycus could almost guarantee it.
"Killing wasn't a thought on my mind for once," he answered with a bit of a scowl. Most of the time, that was what the older Carrow did have in this thoughts. All different kinds of stealing one's life from another by any means necessary. It was the only way to teach Draco that particular lesson though. Words would not be enough, knowing that it would simply slip through one ear and out the other. Physical pain to etch into the boy's mind had been the perfect and only way.
Amycus had been unexpectedly shoved to the side by his sister, which in return he narrowed his gaze towards her and balled his hands into fists. Of course, it was only the initial reaction for ruining all the fun he had been having for the past couple of minutes. Eventually, such feelings would fade away once the current situation came to an end. The both of them knew that. "He'll be better use now. I made sure of that," he replied in a proud like tone. Amycus had been proud of his work. It was something that he wasn't going to hide, especially from Alecto. However, he wasn't about to give her the satisfaction of knowing that without her in the vicinity to keep a watchful eye, the young boy would have surely perished. There were a lot of things that Amycus had been great with, especially being randomly carried away in any given situation.
Stepping closer as Alecto took the boy from his grasp and knelt down on the ground with him, knowing that Draco weighed more then she could handle. Amycus placed his hands on his knees and gazed at the boy floating through unconsciousness and back. "Contact me when your wounds are healed and my words stick thoroughly," he said, figuring that Draco would pick up on a few words in the order that was given before glancing back at Alecto. "A little unconsciousness never hurt anyone. He'll live."