Demetrius accepted his small crystal bowl of ice cream with little more than a wink and a playful grope before eagerly turning back to Dolohov.
"Oh, is that right?" he asked, watching with interest as the quill zoomed over the page, paused to stare up at Antonin, and then continued.
"Do you know or work with anyone who has stronger opinions? Someone who you worry would ever get themselves caught up in something bad?" He pointed at Antonin with a long spoon. "You know theres rumor of groups that contain members who work physically against muggles. Dispose of them. And not humanely. What do you think about that? And use names at your own discretion." he added sweetly, spooning something hot and firey and frozen into his mouth.