Voldermort petted Nagini as she left her clear cage, allowing his pet to slither past him into the main room. He cast an eye over to the mudblood, in the matching transparent sphere, as always it had attracted some straggling Death Eaters watching its lewd attempts at masturbation. He knew there were betting pools about when it would manage its next climax. He knew those privileged followers who had control galleons had little tricks to skew the odds in their favour, but he wasn’t particularly interested in the outcome, the mudblood slave was a good motivating factor for his underlings, a chance for stress-release, at the moment he was looking forward to his inner-circle's ideas about what he would allow happen next.