Unwilling to look at her calm face any longer, Scorpius turns his gaze to the ceiling. Only then does he interrupt her in the nonchalant tone he has become accustomed to since living alone. "The Draught of Living Death is nothing more than a strong sleeping potion. Never having to wake up again is still better than dying of grief, and just the thought that there might be a way out gave me the strength to carry on. It was hysterical of you to lock me away for that, and if you had asked me just once, you would have known that I had no intention of actually brewing it."