"So witty," she said, almost biting the word, openly disgusted at the halfbreed before her. The question wasn't worth answering, it was rhetorical, an obvious indication that he was still ahead of her in every aspect that mattered. Not that she disagreed, but she would never admit to being jealous of it (for Greyback would always be a thing to her, a halfbreed hardly worth acknowledging except in situations where extreme violence was required. He was not a 'he', he would always be an 'it').
"How are you enjoying living of the week too stupid to stay indoors? You know there's a pregnant woman in there? She might be delicious, and you're out here waiting in the cold. She's never going to come out to you. The eldest Weasleys wife, from what I gathered." Bellatrix appeared bored. "I thought you had a particular fondness for him, did you not?" she asked, insinuating he wanted to do more than eat the man.