"Maybe the intention wasn't to actually harm you but just get you upset. Like when you smack a dog in the nose with a newspaper. Make sure they know they did something wrong but without hurting a loyal pet." He kept an eye on Amycus and once he sat down he sighed and went to collect his firewhiskey from the bottom of his book shelf and two glasses. He poured a shot for each of them as he listened to Amycus' explanation.
His own imaginings? He couldn't imagine Amycus doing anything with Bellatrix if he were being honest. Whether that was because his mind simply wouldn't allow it or because he couldn't picture anyone doing anything with her that wasn't him he didn't know. He did know, though, that he needed a drink and he took his shot before holding the second out to Amycus. The clock on his wall ticked, the only sound amidst the silence of his room.
"You know," he said finally, "If we weren't on the same side of an impending war I would kill you."