Bellatrix raised both eyebrows and sank her teeth into her lower lip. Merlin, insufferable. Her reply was swiftly written in scratchy, careless penmanship:
Darling, if you can get him to so much as look twice at you -- be my guest.
Bellatrix had the upper hand, when it came to Rodolphus. His marriage to her was far more valuable than hers was to him, to join the noble and most ancient house of Black was invaluable, even to a family so well established as the Lestranges. He wouldn't jeopardise it, she guessed, and if he did it would only serve to give Bellatrix a bargaining chip.
Had she known Skeeter was talking about her other exploits, she might have been a little less dismissive.