Guilian rubbed his hands along his robes as he followed Rabastan. He wasn't nervous, as such, but he was a little... wondrous about how they would go about it.
He followed out of the Casino, and when told to apparate to Upper Slaughter, he nodded. A moment later he was there, back in the village. The place looked deserted, but there were some signs of rebuilding. "Okay," he said when he learned how to handle the fact they really couldn't use owls.
He'd not been inside the Lestrange's manor before, but he noticed the damage to one wing. As they made their descent to the dungeons, he pondered just how he was going to learn about control. He followed Lestrange, noticing there were quite a few people down here.
He followed into a cell, noticing the stench of someone chained to the wall. His nose wrinkled in distaste, the dark magic crying out in glee. A part of him wanted to know why this person was here, but the darkness was quelling that.
At the question, he stood there, trying to gather his thoughts. He was conflicted. "The darkness wants me to play with him, but..." He took a deep breath. "But a part of me wants to know what his crime is, and why he's here." Damn that conscience of his. "It's fighting with the darkness, telling it that I have no reason to play."
But he took another breath, his hand itching to grasp his wand, as he watched the muggle on the wall. "I mean, he's not anything more than a muggle." Guilian knew muggles had their uses, but this one wasn't exactly the sort he could exploit in his business dealings. But as he paced before the chained man, he grappled with what he wanted to do. "It wants me to lash out," he admitted, but he tried to keep his control.