Bellatrix let out a heavy breath. Her desire now sated, she felt much calmer, and it showed it her face and body language.
"This I know," she said, brushing a few errant curls of hair out of her eyes. "And it did. You should have seen the looks on their faces. Rab's new spell worked perfectly - no one could even leave town. The whole night was like...poetry." She paused for a moment, shaking her head as if to clear her brain.
"But not all frustrations can be so easily mended with the death of a few useless Muggles," she continued, watching him with a slightly upraised chin. "You of all people should know that." She licked her lips then, grinning a bit wickedly.
Bellatrix could feel the lingering pain of the pox still in her body. It was the last traces of an illness that she was nearly free from, but it had settled in her rather arthritic hips. She shifted her weight ever so slightly to relieve it. "My sister has found me to be quite disagreeable at times as well, although I find that seeing her keeps me a bit more grounded."