Theo was usually restrained to the point of being eerily robotic, so the flinch when it came, tiny as it was, spoke volumes, whole libraries in fact, as to how that comment had gone down.
"Just bones?" he asked Draco, this line of conversation not doing much to bring his little boat of sanity back from the river Styx of his crazy. "I don't suppose there's much more releasing to be done, not after the final one." and this wasn't even wordplay anymore, wasn't even being pedantic. This was paddling the shores of actual insanity.