I love watching their eyes but I don’t care for their screams. I usually silence them with a spell so I can talk to them as I design their deaths. Each body speaks to me in it’s way, like marble to a sculptor, and I need the silence to guide my hand. Once I find the right paths for my blade I tend to talk as I work. And it’s just not the same without an audience. So I’ve gotten very good at spelling them awake, holding them for a few moments after physical death, their spirits bound to Earth in tendrils of magic, so they can watch and see the art I’ve created. By the time the aurors find them it’s spoiled. It really is shameful that the two of us are the only ones to see it in all its glory.