"Yeah, yeah." Shaved head waved at another Death Eater, this one only then lowered his hood and Draco pinched his lips together. He appeared to be younger even than Draco and from the way he stiffly moved his left arm, Draco was sure it had been less than days since he had been branded. His brown curls framed his face while his eyes continued to flit towards Shawers and the woman, who had started to make small forced noises of pleasure herself. Draco watched the young Death Eater's eyes gleam and the twitch of his mouth told Draco more than enough about what kind of man he would be. The Death Eater in charge showed no inclination to hand over the woman he had just seized for his lap moments before.