With a slightly baffled blink, Rodolphus stepped back to regain his balance from the shove, studying Bellatrix intently now as he took several more steps back. She had never been easy to deal with in one of her moods, and he could press her now, but it might only serve to inflame her anger further, and thus her irrationality. He knew her might still win her over, but there was a change she would only become overwrought and that would serve no purpose. No, after all these years, he understood when a temporary retreat was called for, but it would only be temporary.
"Fine, when you see reason in the morning, I will be waiting," he said, then turned on his heel and strode out of the room, not going to the guest room but outside, where there were no other Death Eaters to notice anything, as they would think it nothing odd to see. Rodolphus often went outside to clear his mind, practice his skills and find entertainment beyond entrapping prisoners. He might be willing to give Bellatrix her space, but he would not sacrifice his image.