Hermione kicked him in the side with all of her might. Macnair might not have been able to move anything but his head, but he was able to feel everything. Without bothering to answer his question, she cast a spell to strip him of every single article of clothing he was wearing. Once he was completely naked, she drizzled each square centimeter of flesh with thick, sweet honey. Another spell completely encased the man in a glass box not much bigger than a coffin. Fear finally started to set in as he realized that she wasn't about to engage him in some kind of messed up sexual deviancy. She would never forget how wide his eyes grew when she opened a small door at the top of the glass box to dump in half a dozen rats.