Bellatrix ran a hand along his shoulder. "That's good," she said. "For both of you. You know I would so hate to have to come between you and your lovely wife." She smiled deviously. "She's quite beautiful, if I remember correctly."
She pressed her lips together, her hand falling from his shoulder to his chest, her nails digging through the fabric of his robes and scratching into his flesh. "Now, Miles," she said, a bit more forcefully. "You know full well that you have been avoiding me. Should I blame it on this woman? Or are you going to tell me what you've been doing?"