"You've known me long enough to know that things can change in the blink of an eye." She almost spat the words. He would know she hated it when people assumed things about her, because that was what happened with her veela powers all the time. People assumed she was easy to get in bed, but she was much more of a challenge than that.
She couldn't help but roll her eyes at his assumption of who she was referring to, but she bit her lip at the hasty questions he had after. Yes this was going to be interesting, trying to tell him who it was, but not to let him know where her master was. She couldn't let him go after him, as she knew he would, especially if it wasn't Voldemort. He wouldn't know that he was no match for him. "Not Voldemort, you idiot. He's not here. My master is the son of Lucifer."