The muscles in Malfoy's jaw bunch up again, and his face is set in a grim kind of glare at nothing as he nods shortly. "Yes. He thought...I don't know what the fuck he thought. Rewarding me for doing such a Merlin-damned good job –" His fists bunch and he snarls the word and looks for a moment as if he might lose control of himself, before sucking in a short huff of air and leaning forward, splaying his hands flat on the desk and hanging his head. He doesn't seem to care how wretched and nakedly miserable he looks to her. "– Doing such a good job today, maybe. K-killing all the prisoners that...that are dying, and...and burning... Burning all the fucking bodies. Fuck." He sounds as if he is going to cry as he lifts a hand and slams it back against the desk, breathing hard through parted lips.