"No, no, not shagging. Of course not," Marietta parroted Anthony, shaking her head with a smirk. She looked at Michael and noticed that somehow he had nothing to say on any of this so it looked as if she had touched a nerve. Obviously not about the shagging - well maybe on the shagging, but she assumed it had more to do with the former than the latter. "So, Michael, nothing else to say? No barbaric comments? Why is that, I wonder? Your mate Anthony has plenty to say on the matter, but not you. Don't you agree with him? Or do you actually agree with...me?" She looked at Michael pointedly, arms crossed daintily over her chest.
Michael tried to glare at Marietta but he didn't seem to have any fire behind it. It looked like she had won this battle. "Anthony already knows what I think about it. As for you, it's not any of your business. You're just trying to wind me up and I'm not going to give you the pleasure."
Marietta laughed. "Please, Michael. You're about as tightly wound as you can get from the looks of you. If I say anything else you're going to pop like a bloody spring. You probably don't even need me to say anything, but here, let me do you the pleasure." She leaned a bit closer toward the two of them to lower her voice. "You and all your stupid DA members might as well give up because there is no way you're going to outsmart Pandora. This isn't the Dark Lord versus Harry Potter. There's no short cut way to stop her from getting what she wants and so long as you've got a memory inside your silly little heads," she pointed at Anthony's forehead, "your name is forever marked on that list. So just give up while you're ahead. There's nothing you can do."