"You really don’t understand demon nature very well, do you, Hermione?" he says. "I’m the son of the Devil. All I want in life is to get the upper hand. And you came along, so soft and sweet, with such an obvious weakness for answers..." He shrugs expansively. "What else could I do but give them to you? I want my own answers too, as well, you know. I’ve never kissed a Mudblood before."