"Then it shall be ours and ours alone." He really did like her. She had balls. Bella had picked well.
"Indeed that's beautiful. Maybe we can go hunting together. We can pick the Muggles we like and you can show me what you can do out there in the real world, not using someone that Bella has found for you," he said, not hiding the contempt that she was relying on Bella to find her victims. Soon, she'll want to find them herself.
Rabastan met her eye, never wavered even as the pain wrapped around his skin like a glove of fire. He smiled at the pain, so very beautiful, so very powerful to make him hard under his robes, but not powerful enough to stop him. He reached for his wand and cast the Cruciatus, holding it until she dropped the spell. "That was beautiful."