Dora had considered dosing him. She wouldn't be a proper Slytherin if she didn't. She was holding that option for if this required more than once. Or if she really needed answers. The legality was iffy at best and if he reported her she could be in a lot of trouble anyway.
"Yes, well, perhaps it still beats in a jar on Ewan's desk. I mean, stranger things happen." A faint smile played around her lips, and her tone was quite dry. Hers and Nora's sense of humor ran along similar lines much of the time.
She perched on a chair, making herself at home. She had on one of her more Eastern European style robes, which had a more military type flair to it. The style complemented her completely. It was also very deliberate because it made her appear more remote and forbidding, as well as being her favorite.
"Darling, give me some credit. I didn't outright ask." No, she'd simply led the conversation around until she got the information she wanted. Of course she'd shared in turn. "Ah, you poor soul. Utterly deprived." She considered caffeine utterly necessary to life.
Her eyebrows raised and she gave him a look over the top of her cup. "Darling, I'm not one of your patients even if I probably should be. I'm not here to unload. I'm here to tell you quite frankly that if you hurt my friend, I can and will make you regret it quite fiercely and at great length."
The most disturbing part about Dora saying things like that and similar was she tended to do so in a mild, conversational tone that belied what she actually was saying. So innocuous it tended to take a minute to sink in under the keenness of her grey-green eyes.