Adrian sort of wasn't listening to Rodolphus. Yes, most of his concentration was on holding Mafalda under the curse, but now Adrian was in charge. His eyes went a little glossy with the sheer weight of the magic and a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. There wasn't quite any other feeling like having complete power over another person. It was one thing to have underlings, but to actually subject someone to complete mind control was almost...arousing.
He felt around for the empty wine bottle with one hand and, upon grasping the neck firmly, he smashed it against the side of the sofa. It broke and he held out the sharpened glass to Mafalda.
"Take this," he commanded. He did not turn to Rodolphus but he was certain to make his comment clear. "Shall I have her kill herself? Or shall I have her die trying to kill you?"