Snape stood beside the couch, listening to the man. The name he gave was not one he had heard before. Beady eyes set on the face of the Death Eater, he could tell there was something more that had not been said. Something that was omitted. That would not do.<br/><br/>"Krys. Go and get a vile from my cupboard." The girl would know exactly what he meant, since she was the only one who would dare go through his things. The veritaserum would give them the whole truth, not the simply words that the man let out now. It was very easy to tell when one was lying, which is what omitting was considered to Severus. His wand was pointed at the man's chest, pressing into it with more power than needed. The Death Eater could think what he wanted, whether it was that the greasy-haired figure above him would bring the end of his days, or if he was going to have his life spared.<br/><br/>"You have a heart," he muttered the Sothryn. "Get rid of it." Administering the healing potion was pointless. This man was too weak to be useful any longer, and expected to be dead by others, so why send him back alive? He had hoped Lucius would have come down already.