Severus sipped the wine daintily, his nose wrinkling with disgust at the taste of blood.
It was not real, of course; the scent of that would make the whole room tipsy. Tt was only flavoring, but Severus was made uneasy by it nonetheless.
Lucius Malfoy was standing off to the side, trying to soothe his unhappy wife. She must have glimpsed their "guest" and had been disturbed by it.
It was a women, then; Narcissa was very protective of her sex.
"You will surely be tempted by this one," Douglas said from beside him.
"I can hardly wait," Severus lied.