"W-w-w-what!" Rabastan shook his head quickly. "N-no, I d-don't f-fancy her. I-I-I-I-I," he had to pause for breath. "I don't c-c-care about m-muggleborns, I-I m-mean mudb-blood Rodolphus. Y-You k-now that."
He clutched the glass in his hand, hoping Rodolphus couldn't see right through him. This was the sort of thing he was going to have to prove if he wanted to be a Death Eater. He took a deep breath, and forced himself to speak past his stammer.
"I'm just w-worried about you. I don't want you to go to A-Azkaban."