Guilian was at least glad that Rabastan seemed... pleased that it was all over. He wasn't immediately telling him to do something else either, which made him feel a little relief. The lost owl was forgotten, and he hoped that if the new minister did get her hands on the severed finger, that it was quickly disposed of and forgotten. He'd never had any problems with Umbridge in his final year at Hogwarts, but then Damian had been on her little squad of minions, and they'd been left alone.
He wasn't expecting any sort of reaction from Lestrange, but he could have sworn that there was a twinge of... sympathy and understanding in his words. He talked of guidance, and as Guilian looked up, he saw that there was a moment of raw honesty on Lestrange's face. Had he experienced something similar? Was he not alone in the way he'd been feeling after using the dark spells.
Lestrange was obviously a master of them. Guilian was in no doubt about that. "You've... you can understand this feeling?" he asked, his attention now on his guest. "I..." How did he say that he wanted to do the spells again - to feel the power in them. "I find that I miss the feeling afterwards, and I'm afraid I won't know when to stop." It was a vulnerable admission, and he kept his voice low. He waited in anticipation for an answer from Lestrange, wondering if he really could offer help.