His eyes almost change in color, like mine can, but it’s not the same. It’s like a fire burns inside of him, while they stay dark brown. "If we could, he would have died the second he laid a hand on you. To see those bruises on your neck, knowing that he did that, I was and still am livid. But..." he sighs deeply. "We are working towards a bigger goal. Killing him won’t end the coming war, someone else will just take his place and do worse. Right now we are his trusted Death Eaters, we get information and we can spread that information."