Nerezza snarled at him again, her composure nearly gone from her entire being. She didn't care that she would appear to be unstable to the others in the room. They should have known she had a screw loose to have actually joined this group of miscreants. But, she loved every minute of it. She curled her fingers into fists and declared, "I shall not speak to those who berate the Dark Lord so horribly! You just lost any hope of reconciliation, Emof." She glared at him again, knowing and believing that they were practically nothing without Voldemort as their leader. She knew Archer to be strong and resilient, but no one could be better than her Dark Lord was. She refused to believe such an abomination.
She rolled her eyes when he spoke again. Hadn't that been the p0int of her own words? Narrowing her eyes at him, the irises shifting to midnight black, she felt fury boil in her very soul. He was being foolish for underestimating the Order. He did not realize, obviously, that they had new recruits from Hogwarts and probably more from all over. They were not weak, she knew, but she would let him figure that out on his own. He was not unstoppable. Hissing violently, she muttered, "I have nothing to settle with you, Emof. You are nothing to me. I try to prove to you that you are as foolish as you look, but obviously I cannot get into that idiotic brain of yours." She wished someone else would speak to get her attention off of this Vampire before she flew across the table and tore his head off with her teeth.
Hell, she was just picturing it in her mind and it was relaxing.