When she said it like that it made the urge to do something about it tingle in his chest. Six months without an unforgivable. The most dangerous thing he'd been able to partake in had been singing a plant or killing a squirrel here and there. Not only had he missed the torturing and the maiming but the reward afterwards hadn't been readily available. It was something he'd not given himself the freedom to think on as it would have surely driven him mad that he was locked into such proper recourse rather than primal instinct.
As her hand played across his mark Rodolphus wanted to reach up and grab her by the wrist and pull her to him. However, this wasn't the wife he had back home yet. The one that he threw around the room with such force. The one who drew blood from him each time they lost control. There was still a need to treat her with care and respect. "The branding was glorious," he said sucking in a breath to control himself as her fingers continued to trace the mark. "The other was adequate but has become quite entertaining as the years have progressed."