Rodolphus could see that it was a fight that would keep his wife amused, and in the best of spirits. Perhaps that would allow him to continue with his own plans unabated, and she would again lose interest in them. Laying back against the cushions, he allowed himself this moment of almost candid relaxation. "It will be amusing to see how the muggles explain that one away, indeed, my dear." looking down into her face, he almost smiled. "You make me feel sorry that I missed it, now. I shall just have to save my energies for when they do decide to put up a fight - if indeed they try."
He considered her words, nodding in agreement. "Lucius is nothing, if cautious. His own family has had its own losses due to Dragon Pox, I'm sure he has decided to take extra precautions, as is his wont. He is, as always, a Malfoy, and he will look after his own skin before anything else." The Malfoy's were vain and proud, and you could count on them for one thing - to always look out for themselves before anyone else. "He shall come crawling back out from whatever hole the moment he senses that there is a whiff of a fight."
The thought of her sister hiding things from Bellatrix never sat well with Rodolphus. He had rejected Narcissa as his mate, but she was still a shrewd woman, and her alliance with Lucius was to their advantage. "I would trust that your nephew is becoming friendly purely as a ploy to disarm the Potter fool." A snort escaped his lips. "I believe they are all far too gullible."
Staring down at his wife, he held a secretive smirk of his own. He wanted to wonder aloud about their own goals, but past experience had shown that whenever he verbally voiced his thoughts and hopes on the subject, it would be yet another month of trying to produce an heir. But with each passing month, the possibility was becoming more and more remote. He only hoped the pox had not caused any more further unseen damage to either of their bodies.
"So you didn't bring anyone back to the dungeons for your later torturing pleasure? Have you finished with Mortimer?" His disgust in the man had led him to not even go and watch his ultimate demise. He trusted his wife to ensure it was painful, and unpleasant.