Alecto's smirk broadened as Amycus suggested keeping her around for a nice weekend of lessons. "Honestly, Amycus, I always wondered why I didn't pursue a career in teaching." Snickering, she paused in the hallway, and turned to face the woman once more. The fear that Germaine had in her eyes was thrilling. It sent such a surge of excitement up her spine as she inched close to the woman.
"Do you think she'll really last that long?" Running her wand down the side of Germaine's cheek, and Alecto glanced at Amycus. "After all, muggle filth like her have horrible constitutions, and don't last very long with me." Lips curled into a playful smirk as she winked towards Amycus. Of course they never lasted too long, Alecto usually got so into torturing them that she pushed them to the point of... death. The younger Carrow was never known for having restraint in situations like this. Unlike Amycus, Alecto was highly implusive, and ran on instinct rather than intelligence. Sometimes it got the better of her, especially when she would end up killing a person instead of bringing them back alive.
Giggling, Alecto flicked her wand over the woman's head, rapping her rather roughly atop the head. "She does make funny faces, perhaps we should just put her in a cage and offer five galleons for people to come and prod at her." Like an animal. Alecto firmly believed that muggles ranked lower than animals. They were creatures meant to be captured and tamed and eventually dominated and killed.