Amycus looked at Dominic incredulously. "Pumpkin juice? I should have asked you up for a drink months ago," he said laughing a little. He'd never been pushed to the point of ending his day with pumpkin juice. Even before he'd been of age there had been fire whiskey tucked away in the bottom of his trunk from 4th year on, first by Grandfather and then by Father. Before that there had been some sort of Greek alcohol or butterbeer for him to drink.
He knocked some ash off the end of his cigarette. "Help yourself to more if you'd like," he said with a lazy wave of his hand, noticing the small amount of drink still in Dominic's glass.
"It was not my intention when I went to see him," he said forcing himself to laugh. "I merely wanted to ask if he knew anything about a trap someone had laid in front of my door." He gave Dominic a somewhat appraising look after his comment about wanting to fight with Rodolphus.