Now wasn't that disappointing? Really, where was the fun if he couldn't make her scream just a little? He really wanted to hear her scream. The screaming made everything so much more entertaining. But she kept dodging and throwing boring hexes at him that hurt, even made him bleed. As one particularly powerful spell hit him square in the shoulder with another burn of exquisite pain, the flesh breaking open to let blood seep forth, he laughed again, a sound bordering on obscene pleasure as he switched back to less lethal, more bloody spells that would leave his mark on her.
"Do it again, Lovey," he taunted, "Give more. I want it so bad, Baby." Disapparating and reappearing on her other side, he fired off another volley of curses designed to mark and bleed her. "Have to hurt me like you mean it." Walden disappeared and reappeared again, once more behind her, but close enough his wand brushed along her spine as he cast another Cruciatus.