"Nutter? Trespassing? Well, I haven't seen anyone else down here for the last three weeks! Stuck down he with nothing but a flask of drink to keep you occupied." Evader was confused to say the least. A Necromancer, being rightly accused, no less, in her own lair, was denying everything, and calling him the nutter. [i]Him.[/i] It didn't really make sense. And calling the rest of her brethen her team was a bit strange. But she ws in there already, so she had to be in the wrong. She [i]had[/i] to be, otherwise it wouldn't really make sense.

He thrust his strangling arm back a bit, and he moved his head forwards a bit. "Now, let's be a bit more competent, shall we dear?" He crooned in her ear, easily masking his confusion. "I want you to tell me what you're doing here, scum. Are we clear on that?" His knuckles where buring white. This threatening strangers in some ruins business was more tiring than he could have imagined.

And then it came to him. Inspiration. Genius. Revenge. He slowly let go of her wrists. "On second thoughts, I'm a generous man. So, let's make a deal shall we? You tell me precisely, what you are doing here and who you are with. The I shall, anot kill you, and prove to you that I am not trespassing. That sounds like a fair deal to me. If you agree, or if you aren't dead, nod. Or at least try to, Weasley." This was the fairest thing he could do. Though he wouldn't admit it, it was times like these when he feared for his life.