Rodolphus stretched way back for the bottle of whiskey but had just managed to wrap his fingers around it when he heard the sound of breaking glass. He visible flinched, his eyes scanning the walls to find exactly what it was Amycus had destroyed. The Apis mellifera - it didn't take him long to spot the vacancy. He'd finessed his stunning hex while collecting those. He'd also gotten stung about seven times.
Slowly he turned back around to face him, his expression having finally lost all of its mirth, replaced instead with thunder and lightening. "Amy." He repeated as if daring him.