"I'll extend your condolences, although it's probably best this way. Not the... presentation, you understand, but the end of their suffering. One truly must wonder what's going through the minds of respectable purebloods when they are capable of resorting to such unnecessary and useless torture," she said, calmly, like they were talking about the tea, and speaking of. "Yes, please, tea would be wonderful."
Pansy crossed her legs and fixed her robe, so that only shoes and ankles would show. "This was actually what I wanted to discuss with you. Not tea, but dogs on a leash. It is so terrible when one loses control of their pets, isn't it? Bad things happen and that's never good for anyone."
She smiled at him. Ron would tell her all the reasons why she shouldn't be here or play this game, but he was wrong. "You see, I rather like the status quo, although there's always room for improvement. That can't happen if we have chaos, jail or death. Rather inconvenient, don't you think?"