Bellatrix exhaled. She didn't much like the idea of being at Rita Skeeter's beck and call, and she doubted very much it would extend to one favour. However, she reasoned, it would be rash to issue swift recourse now. She should hear her out, go along with it a little while, and then see what she could do to correct the balance between them. The thought pleased her immensely, but her features remained dark and unchanged. She folded her thin arms over her chest, releasing Rita almost as an after thought to the action. Her interest in Rita as an underhanded blackmailing sort hadn't wavered -- it was that she herself was the subject of it that sat a little unpleasantly with Bellatrix; there was a conflict of interest there. It was one thing to play at it out here and another to have to deal with it in the long term. She was torn.