Maybe weeks ago Bella wouldn't have even dared touch Rodolphus. In that fact, she couldn't even imagine being in a room alone with him, let alone dreaming of a time where they could spend every moment together. Things had changed drastically for them though, and only for the better in her opinion.
"Oh you always please, Ange Noir." He was, afterall, her dark angel. Or maybe the devil incarnate. Not that she cared. Somehow between the meetings, the sheets, and the drinks Rodolphus Lestrange had become her everything.
"I can't imagine you another way," she shrugged. "Though my Mother had said the same thing about me. I've come to understand they expect us to speak with all the guests and not hold back." She grimaced at the thought. "My idea is we keep a running countdown of the day until it's all over and we can escape."
As he leaned into her hold they let out a collective sigh. Though as he turned she looked up to him, sleep evident in her eyes. "Incredibly exhausting," she admitted against the touch of his lips. "Perhaps you can peel this dress off of me?" She would always be down for Rodolphus to use her for his own needs for the night, but currently she didn't have the energy to exert for such activities.