He leaned ever closer, voice even smoother, now hardly above a threatening purr. "The Dark Lord does not involve the likes of you and your ilk in his plans," he sneered, "and if you fail to recognize the importance of one of Harry Potter’s best friends, and how useful such an individual would be if used to lure him out of hiding, then perhaps you are better suited to scrubbing toilets in Azkaban where you  belong." 