"Yes, My Lord," she whispers. The problem is, she thinks, is that she's never tortured anyone before. Stupidly – hilariously – she has no fucking idea what to do as she pads over to the table the torture tools are laid out on, and surveys them. There are four criterion by which she will have to assess the instruments; does she know what it does, can she bring herself to use it, does she think Malfoy will be able to stand it, and will it be believable? She has a dreadful feeling she may have to compromise on some of those, particularly the second one. Perhaps she will have to compromise on all. She wants to vomit.