She chose to ignore the anger bubbling up in her at his remark. If she'd been forced to use her body as a weapon in the past to keep herself alive, she was all right with that fact. The world was a cruel and scary place. Within the ranks of the Death Eaters, it was even more so. One had to get their hands dirty if they wanted to stay alive. She found something that worked. Anyone who would judge her for how she was able to survive twenty years in a society so dangerous could go fuck themselves. She wasn't ashamed. Deciding that she needed to turn the conversation to something a little less salacious, she thought of a topic that he was always so eager to discuss.