Rodolphus knew that is brother was more bloodthirsty than he was. Rabastan just seemed to love destruction. Rodolphus thought of himself as a far finer blade - one that after much crafting, and with the positioning of the enemy in the correct spot, one fell swoop would take out the worthiest opponents.
Their battle had been going on for far too long, and excursions like that - whilst pleasant enough in their outcome - were truly only diversions from their true path. Rodolphus could wait for his prize, but sitting there and waiting was never his style. "Let us hope they rise to this bait, and we can have ourselves a truly engaging battle." That thought truly made him groan with delight. Wizard against wizard, that was all he could hope for.
He was more weary than he expected to be after their exertions, and he suspected the lingering pox was to blame. No matter, it would be gone now, and he would go back to his regular training tomorrow. It would do no good to stay away from his sword any longer. "I doubt the Order or the townsfolk will allow things to go unnoticed," he agreed. That was one thing he recently missed about the changes that had gone on in the town. His sources of information were drying up and were starting to be squeezed out of things. The Order were getting smarter, and he was going to have to find better ways to get his hands on information.
That brought him to thoughts of Severus - never good, not even when he was in such a congenial mood. He frowned at his wife's words about her sister, and whatever their nephew was hidin. "If it was anything to concern Lucius, I'm sure he would have mentioned it. That's not to say that the younger Malfoy is any less sneaky than his father."
"But it does bear concern," he nodded as the wheels of thought began to churn again. "It displeases me as much as it does you to think that anyone would want to keep secrets from us, my dear."