Rodolphus was taking his pleasure as he was about to lay waste to yet another Muggle. A man, rooted to the spot as he held a muggle device - a camera - standing oblivious to what was going on around him, his lens taking pictures of the hanging man.
He didn't even notice that he was covered in the filthy excrement of the exploded man. Taking aim, and with great pleasure, Rodolphus aimed a blood boiling curse at him.
But just as he let off the curse, a blasting hex almost knocked him off his feet. With a cry, he stood back, the dirt and ground that flew into his face blocked as he raised his arm.
Watching for his assailant, he almost laughed as he spotted Vaisey. "Well, well, well. Cassius. I must thank you for the tip off. I would never have known of the shocking desecration these Muggles are perpetrating." Shaking the last of the dust from his face, Rodolphus cast an 'incarcerous' at Vaisey, and wishing now he had brought his sword. He could have had a lot more fun with him than he was going to.