[She doesn't set the mug down so much as brings it down to blurt out:] That's awful!

[It explains some of the rage that had been simmering in Wrathion at the time of their conversation. Hermione telling him about the dragon reservations in Eastern Europe must've indeed sounded like an overgrown cage for the dragons, where eventually they could be hunted. She shakes her head, in distaste and a little bit of agony.]

I'm not - I'm not like that. I don't like the mistreatment of any magical creature. I know, it sounds pretty terrible to begin with that we call them creatures, but I don't really have another term.