"She was some insignificant tart," he said, raising his eyes to his sister-in-law, and Rabastan's smirk broadened, "A pathetic useless bit of fluff that I'm sad to report is bleeding in a pile in an alley, like the rubbish she was," he said, and he swung his legs around towards Bellatrix, putting his socking feet on the floor.
He put out his hands, to show her the blood, "I could kill one every day and still we would be no closer to our goal, no closer to being in charge. It seems a waste, I know, but the blood," and he looked at his own hands, the blood under the nails, and a slow evil smile spread across his face, and he glanced up at her, "It was wonderful to spill the blood, if for any reason than to just see it seep upon the ground," he said, and he gave a long heavy sigh.
He licked his lips, "It was fun....," he said, his voice trailing off.