Ministry of Magic (British)

Descole gave a calm nod, turning away from Sydnay, calm and collected, as if not caring about this even being an interrogation.

He never really cared for them, anyway.

"So you do have a voice... ahhhah.."

A small chuckle, he sipped his wine again before speaking further.

"I have no intention on torturing you- yet. I'm merely here to get some answers. And that's what I'll have. You refuse, and I have my ways that are worse then torture."

((Sydnay is one of Amaya and Mer's sisters, right? ))

yup.
shes a Desouza.

nothing is worse than pain. that had been ingrained in her mind ever since she was little, and it made her frown. 'They all come in here, threatening to rip my throat out. You will be the same, you will also leave with no precious information.'

(( just making sure woool ))

Descole looked straight at her, eyes burning from under his mask, but a lazy expression covering the rest of the slight anger and surprise.

"I have no intentions on killing you. You're not my... target."

An inhale, the man took a few steps toward the girl, looking her over.

"You are a death eater, correct?"

Descole remained silent with her, staring her down, his own stormy-sky eyes dark from under his mask.

He sipped his wine again and walked around, to the back of the chair, putting a hand on it and drumming a little tune on the back with his fingers.

"I don't have a lifetime, Desouza. I'm sorry to say, but I do have a job. Now, you will answer me.."

A pause, he spoke smoothly, coldly, anger beginning to boil.

".... And I won't ask everyone more than once. What do you think got you in here..?"

Descole exhaled, moving to the table now, setting the winegalss down and shuffling through the file.

"Ahh, yes, I see. I rarely get involved in matters of Death Eaters that I did not catch... but very well... I see why you're here."

A pause, he straightened and dropped the file lazily back on the table.

"Now, what I wonder.. how did you escape custody, mm? Not the easiest thing to do..."

Even while speaking this, he unsheathed his sword, a lazy and calm, yet dark look about him.
He didn't mean funny business.

Already, Anger began to burn against this girl. Annoyance seeping into his expression, the wine making it's way to his head, Descole took a few steps toward the girl and pressed the tip of the sword to the girl's right shoulder, putting enough pressure to sink the blade in a little bit.

"... Now.. now... I demand you speak... I'm loosing my patience.."

Descole would have driven the sword straight through the flesh.
His anger was enough to do it, and he was fearless enough to pull it off without a second thought.

And yet.

The hand on his shoulder made him stop, forced him to turn his head.
At the sight of Cayden, he instantly relaxed slightly, as if the anger and fierceness left him.
He retracted the sword, holding it at his side, remaining quiet, his expression speaking for him.

Descole blinked at Cayden from under his mask, inhaling sharply, feeling suddenly helpless and rather soft.
Like a creampuff.


"Damned girl won't talk..."

like a creampuff xD
'Didn't exactly ask nicely.' Sydnay smirked, glancing between the pair, they were actually pretty cute.

Cayden slipped an arm around his waist without mentioning it. 'Just gotta have patience Jean.'

(( Delicious, too. /shot ))

Descole snapped back to Sydnay in frustration, sounding more then exhausted.

"Asking nicely isn't my damned job you filthy little-"

He stopped mid-sentence at Cayden's touch, and he seemed to relax more. As if he had been stuck with a tranquillizer.

"... of course, Annete... patience.."

Descole gave a slight frown, motionless where he was, with Cayden's arm around him.

He eyed Sydnay cooly and spoke with a snap, yet a more relaxed and... almost kind tone.

"All we want in information. On the Death Eaters. Anyway, I'm not the one who put this interrogation together in the first place... Just was asked to... get information."

(( sorry for the slow responses. Multimultitask ))

Descole closed his eyes, turning his face to the floor, raising a hand to his head, rubbing his temples and giving a soft, slightly upset and muffled growl.

"On normal circumstances, I would want her pressed further until she spoke. But it's clear she won't. What's the use of her being here?"

The man blinked at the sudden tenseness in Cayden's grip.

He gave a small smile and exhaled slowly.

"I suppose that's the case, yes. She is a death eater, enough to send her there. And anyway, we have an appointment there later..."

Descole seemed cold to the girl's emotions, but Cayden's reaction caught him almost off-guard.

He looked at her carefully, his expression turning soft.

After a moment, he gazed at Sydnay.

"Calm yourself. I never said I would stick you in there in the first place. I said it's a high possibility.."

An inhale, Descole now spoke to Cayden.

"Annete... what do you think? Where should this girl go to, mm?"