Paimon bent down and reached out with one graceful dark hand to lift up Pansy’s chin. His claws dug gently into the skin of her throat, as his piercing blue eyes looked directly into hers. "In case you have not been paying attention, let me make it perfectly clear for you. You will warn others Hermione is to be respected. You may hint that she is allied with the Dark, if she will not be endangered by your doing so. But you will not speak of her calling upon us, mention any of our names, or tell of what you have suffered this evening. Do. You. Understand. Mortal."