Bellatrix shrugged, though she saw his point. "You're right. Dolohov used to be one of us - I doubt his methods coincide with those of the Aurors and the Order."
"Do they honestly think that this would frighten us at all?" she wondered aloud. The idea seemed preposterous - Antonin knew them far better than most of those they fought against, and that made her think that his wife probably had more to do with this than he.
Dolohov should have known better - his wife had only made herself a target. "It only makes me want to make the woman suffer for her ridiculous fancies," she said, wincing as her headache started to return.
"Twisting this to our benefit will be only too easy, if only the others can keep themselves in check," she said, nodding.
Bellatrix practically hissed at the mention of Mortimer, and the thought that he still breathed after his failure began to eat away at her good mood. "If he was incapable of creating the original successfully, is it really all the surprising that he is failing yet again?" she said, the words slithering off her tongue.