After work, Rabastan had spent most of the day up in his room reading various plays and small books on poetry he had picked up in the few weeks since his arrival. He was beginning to realize it helped keep him calm and in check, especially when this place was making him go stir crazy. But when dinner time rolled around, he dressed himself up just a bit for dinner and walked downstairs to see if Bellatrix was ready.
He was a naturally quiet person after all the time doing the work he was asked to back home, so he made no noise as he walked up to the doorway of the room in which she was situated. But of course, he knew she would feel someone else with her. And as though the woman had read his thoughts, he smiled as he heard her voice. "Yes, very ready. And yourself?"
He walked further into the room so he could actually speak face to face with her. He felt it was much more appropriate that speaking from the shadows.