He was laying hands on the Mudblood? He was physically beating it?
Oh, how dreadfully low brow.
Even her enjoyment in watching the Muggle's mind break was lessened by that vulgar display. Tiring of the mess, she ended one Unforgiveable and cast a second. With a gesture, the Imperio'd creature rose to her feet.
As Bella set the creature to dancing a ragged waltz, she said, "would his words even matter if he could find the ability to speak?"