Bole wanted nothing more than to toy with the mouse, like a cat with fresh prey. He couldn't wait to watch it trying to escape him, or to see it tremble with fear. He knew he should savour it, try and keep it alive, like a tormented little pet, but he'd been alone and bored so long, it was far more likely he would tear it to shreds...
Roth's question almost came as an irritation, distracting him from his new toy. However, human interaction was another thing Bole desired so desperately - even if it was mostly the interaction of them screaming - and this would be one of the only chances.
"What questions?" He replied, spinning the mouse around slowly by its tail as it dangled from his fingers. Questions...perhaps Roth really was some sort of way for the Aurors to try and wrangle a confession out of him. An eleborate attempt to befriend him so they could trick him into revealing secrets. He eyed him warily.