"No cause? Do you need me to give you a cause, you spineless little ferret? You really are your father's son." And, no, there wasn't even an attempt to make that sound like anything other than an insult. "How about if I turned around? Will you feel better attacking from the back? That seems more on your level."

Barty's voice sounded cold rather than furious. Mocking, really, he had no actual stake in this, other than feeling that this boy could stand to learn. "What are you going to do when you've run out of people actually lesser than yourself to stand near you? Trust me, in your case? It won't take that long."