"My lord?" He faltered, and his eyes darted back to Mafalda. He was briefly reminded of a piece of mythology: Aphrodite and her beauty, or Hera and her power?
Adrian was in over his head. He could do anything to a mudblood, or a muggle, on order. But to a woman? They weren't to be treated like that. He reached into his pocket and drew out his wand, although pointed it lamely at the floor. What if he just apparated out? No, not an answer.
"My lord, were I to open with a spell I suppose a Crucio would put any subordinate in their place."