"Corban and Severus have told me all you told them about your visit to Dolohov in Azkaban," Lucius said quietly.  "And then there was your behavior tonight, sweet, allowing your ex-lover to lay even a finger upon you is unacceptable."  He snapped the whip, gently, letting the leather tails play across her skin.  "I think you need to be reminded where you belong, don’t you, little whore?"