"Pretty," Greyback rumbled. His fingernails were long and yellow against Cho's pale skin as he curved his hand around one of her breasts, the other dropping to finger the bone handle of his knife. The tiny mound of flesh was utterly engulfed by his huge paw. He ran a tip of one dirty fingernail over her nipple, which pebbled at his touch and the cold air. The expression on his scarred face was intent as he rolled the bead gently around in his fingers. Cho released a tiny gasp.