"So you're going to stay and play then?" Kaz was delighted by that prospect as well. Really, Kaz could be quite easily amused, when a good mood struck him. Could be easily angered as well. "I know how it would end as well." With his fangs in Draco's neck. Or his wrist, or some other part of his body.
He licked his lips, tongue cleaning up the blood that clung to them, savouring every last bit. "Antonin Dolohov," he replied with a little fang-flashing grin.