Ignoring his plea, Murtagh took a firm hold of his fiery hair, forcing his head up, and administered the potion with determination. "Swallow this, me bonny wee dormouse, or I’ll break yer neck. And forbye ye’ll keep it doon, too. I’m goin’ tae haud shut yer nose and yer mouth; if ye bring it up, it comes oot yer ears."