Adrian allowed the more pleasant bits of Rodolphus' commentary to swirl around him and he could feel his own hatred rising as he glared at Mafalda. Cut up her pretty face. Scar herself. A constant reminder that Adrian was no boy.
But he quickly shook himself out of whatever it was he had sunk into and tried to consider the scene through fresh eyes. Somehow Rodolphus' comments had made little impact and he felt just the slightest bit irritated. He was decent with the curse and expected to be quite accomplished with just a few more long term casts.
He mumbled the counter-curse and dropped his wand arm. "I'm not a child, you know." He spoke to neither in particular. The magic plus his reaction tended to drain him no matter how slight the curse. Belatedly he wondered if Rodolphus would be angry Adrian had ended the curse prematurely, so he turned more formerly back to the Renegade lord and bowed his head slightly. "Is there to be anything else, my lord?"