"Your motivations do not interest me," Severus said, his tone sharpening considerably. It wasn't exactly true. "You can begin by watching your language. I'm a professor, not a Death Eater." And if he could do without hearing that word, he would. His shoulders hunched a little, and he looked down to the ground with a sharp shrug.
"I don't know what they're planning for them," he admitted. "Whatever it is, we shall have to find some way to soften the blow." Bellatrix was hardly the easiest of the lot to persuade; if she was involved, it was bound to be a delicate situation. "It seems a bit early yet for murder on that scale, so perhaps we will have a little leeway. Is that all she's asked of you?" He hadn't been at Hogwarts in far too long. It was strange to be so out of touch.