Dominic would have questioned him further. Even drawn out this game. Who was it you kissed? Why that? All things he might have asked, for not for what Amycus threw at him next.
A slow grin had fitted into place, and he took a slight sip from the glass, seeming to have become accustomed to the sting now. He rolled his shoulders, as if it were a natural reaction.
"Lucius has always bothered me. The way he behaves, his cockiness, how he thinks he can use whomever he pleases and simply discard them a second later. He behaves as if he were the Prince of the whole Wizarding World, doesn't he?"
Dominic leaned to the side, setting his glass on the cabinet, before he turned back to face the other.
"I think it would be a more pressing concern if I liked him. Besides that though, I can't bring myself to trust him, and who I do not trust, I do not like. You seem to dislike him as well. Why?"