His eyes narrowed when Ryan spoke. His lips curled in disgust. The serpent, feeling her master’s displeasure let out a long hiss from within her hiding place. Loosening herself from the dark wizard’s trench coat, she slithered out and up his left arm, where she curled herself about his bicep. He didn’t make any indication that he had so much as noticed the snake, for it was a familiar sensation that he had gotten used to.
Diverting his eyes to Ryan, he leaned closer, his fingers to his chin. “We did not gather here to make sure that you are indulged in your carnal pleasures. There happen to be ladies in this room,” he hissed, turning to Narcissa to demonstrate that statement, “and I think we would all appreciate it if you kept your sexual desires to yourself.”
Once what had to be said was said, Riddle sat back against his chair, turned away and went back to the original topic. “I agree. Targeting the healers would be the best course of action. If damaging the others only to see them healed afterwards is something that will happen, then those who are responsible for mending should be taken from the picture sooner rather than later.”