Amycus wanted to do nothing more than curse the smile right off Rodolphus' face and his hand tightened on his wand in preparation of doing so but for now he still had control of himself. Barely but he was still in control.
"If I knew the answer to that, I wouldn't be here asking you now would I?" he asked his voice getting icier with every word. He noticed Rodolphus' wand beside his journal and fought against the urge to raise his own wand and curse Rodolphus. His main defense against curses had always been his ability to cast them faster.
"Cut the shit Rod. Why the hell did you try to set me on fire? And with such a poor attempt," he added, injecting a note of scorn into his voice.