He needed to sit down. Whether it was exhaustion or having told her, or both, he really needed to sit down. Moving to the couch, he dropped down into it, feeling more tired than he had just minutes before.
"It was so easy. I saw him chasing you. Then I had a clear shot, none of our people around. And then I did it."
He looked up at her. "George took down Lestrange. I talked to him a little bit about it. It was easy, but it's fucking scary, how easy it was."