Rodolphus had a big grin on his face when he walked closer to his brother. He was rather proud of his handy work, it'd been too long since he had harrased the younger Lestrange. It was a disappointment that he had to put his best foot forward and let him down.
"I know, but how would you know it's me and not some bloody auror?" He laughed then shook his head once his brother was back on his feet. Punching Rabastan's arm he motioned for him to follow, then began to walk down to the kitchen.