Bellatrix was actually more interested in Sirius than Remus at the moment, watching carefully to be certain he was not going to manage to fight the curse off again but all seemed to be well. "Did he now?" she asked curiously as she tilted her head and smirked. "I cannot possibly imagine what would ever possess a half breed to think that he might have a chance with the Black family heir," she mused as she moved back to stand behind Remus and leaned down, resting her elbows on his shoulders, her hands draped casually across his chest. She was still keeping watch over Sirius kneeling before his friend but that did not mean she could not still have some fun of her own.
"Did you love him?" she asked curiously, her voice soft and in Remus's ear once again. "Do you still? How does it feel to see your friend, your loved one, torture you like this? Do you see how he enjoys it? The pleasure he finds from causing you pain. I would not be surprised if it made him hard," she taunted. Not that mere words were enough to satisfy her sadistic tendencies. As she spoke, as Sirius mangled his feet, Bellatrix traced her fingers across Remus's chest in what would seem to be idle movements were it not for the fact that she was very deliberately digging her nails into the fresh wounds across his body.