So on top of the fact that Larxene terrified his companions and disrupted his meeting, she also seemed to have no manners. Death did not appreciate being blatantly ignored. It seemed his near-limitless supply of patience was running short today.

I DOUBT YOUR INTENTIONS, he intoned solemnly, moving around the table to stand next to Larxene, gazing down at her, blue fire in his eyes crackling angrily. He would not put up with this. I WOULD ASK YOU TO LEAVE. It wasn't a question. IMMEDIATELY.