There was quite a bit of doubt in Amycus’ mind that the muggle he’d brought to Alecto as a surprise would last the entire weekend without some restraint on her part, but he hoped that he could help with that. But if the muggle was killed before the weekend was out then Amycus would simply have to take Alecto out hunting for a new one. Perhaps they would upgrade to a mudblood though instead for the second. “I’m thinking that she won’t, but it would give you great sport for the weekend if she did. You could even invite over some others to come and have some fun with you.”
Germaine yelped when the wand came down on her head, trying to duck away from the woman she was finding to be more then a little mad in the head. The only problem was that her original captor was behind her, blocking her from being able to move far from the crazy woman and seemed to enjoy egging her on. She opened her mouth to try to make them see reason again, but only managed a pitiful sounding whimper instead at their talk.
“An amusing notion, yes. I’m certain she would beg them in the same way and they could get interesting faces from her when they respond. But in all honesty that isn’t much fun for you, now is it? And this little gift is for you to have fun with.” After all he’d made her brood for most of the day about why he wouldn’t take her hunting.