Feigning disappointment, Alecto pouted, "You're probably right, those muggles are very volatile creatures when provoked." Turning to lay on her stomach, she looked at the ceiling as well. "Frankly, I think it might be worth all the effort, even if they killed immediately. Give them false hope by keeping them alive, just to kill them. It's rather exhilarating if you ask me." Even as she spoke, she seemed to get breathless at the thought. Legs shifted to press against the bed post, crossing at the ankles.
For some reason this entire scenario seemed like something out of a summer camp afternoon. Two people lounging about talking, was this what Death Eaters do on their days off?
"It probably is just a waste of time," Alecto said rather defeated. "What other brilliant ideas do you have running in that head of yours, my dear?"