"I suppose in that case not going for a duel is acceptable," he drawls, watching Draco's expression. "There's still more appropriate methods than poison, though. Like a dagger to the throat in the middle of the night."

When it came down to it, someone willing to kill had to be willing to get their hands dirty, as far as he's concerned. The victim was owed that much at least.

"I did have someone who made me feel that way. Joined him instead."

He shrugs, finishes his glass and pours in yet another.