Goddamn him! It infuriated him to hear Macnair use her first name but what else would he call her? Damn it, it wasn't fair! The bastard had unfettered access to her if he so desired and if Charles didn't think as highly of Miss Lestrange as he did then he might even be genuinely worried for her virtue.
Although he stopped his fist in midair he didn't lower either of his hands. He swallowed hard as a show of defiance against the tip of Macnair's wand, the pressure of it almost satisfying, like giving him the middle finger. "She will be my wife, Macnair, do you suppose she mentioned it because she wants to wed the likes of you?" He smirked and tightened his grip on the other man's collar, finally lowering his fist because his arm was getting kinda tired.
Although he stopped his fist in midair he didn't lower either of his hands. He swallowed hard as a show of defiance against the tip of Macnair's wand, the pressure of it almost satisfying, like giving him the middle finger. "She will be my wife, Macnair, do you suppose she mentioned it because she wants to wed the likes of you?" He smirked and tightened his grip on the other man's collar, finally lowering his fist because his arm was getting kinda tired.
