He froze, tensing up, holding his wand tight, waiting for the attack to come, but I had other plans. "You know all about revenge, I’m sure. Now, the Dark Lord has taken away all traditional methods I could use to exact it—at least without dying a painful death, but I can be far subtler than the...traditional methods. You see, if I help you with your career, then you get to suffer the indignity of getting all of your advice from a mudblood, and you’ll let me do it, too, because you know I’m smarter than anyone else you could get advice from. And meanwhile, Pansy finds herself upstaged by a lowly mudblood concubine, who is smarter, prettier, better in bed, and more useful to you than she is, and whom the Dark Lord himself has ordered her not to maim, torture, or kill."