It takes him a moment to respond and to reluctantly pull his mouth away from the girl's throat. The intruder was either very brave or very stupid to bother him.

Laying his head in the crook of his companions neck, the Pureblood gazes intently at the man before him. At least he had some semblance of manners, and in a place like this, even the slightest attempt at courtesy was monumental.

"... that's right."