"When Atlantis sank itself beneath the sea, we were a race of clean blood. Pure magic. Many generations of kings have passed before me, allowing filth to run rampant in this city, destroying our magic, eradicating our might. I put a stop to that  disgusting  practice." He dropped down on his ankles and trailed a finger up Hermione’s cheek, collecting a tear. He ran it across the open mouth of the mask, flicking his tongue out to taste it. 