A/N: SPOV
Severus sneered when he used her given name, knowing how much it irked her.
But as he saw her hair turn red, he took a sharp inhale of breath in an almost panic, before schooling his face back to his mask of boredom.
"Do keep control over yourself, Nymphadora. Surely, if you do not have the ability to maintain a minimal amount of self-discipline, perhaps someone will have to impose it upon you." As he said that, he approached her and looked imperiously down his nose at her. He kept his face carefully neutral, while his eyes burned with a look that she didn't quite understand. As he leered over her, he sniffed her with a look of disgust on his face.
"And if you insist on having liaisons with the beast, invest in flea collars. For both of you. I'm going to make a quick sweep of the grounds and patrol the lower half of the castle. You will do the upper."
As Severus turned to walk away, he murmured something about 'mangy, homicidal creatures with moon issues'.
Perhaps if she stays away from me, these evenings when I am to patrol with her will be somewhat palatable. And she keeps herself from turning herself that shade of red.