Oh such little faith his dearest had. Still, Rodolphus could see the gleam in her eye that meant he had caught her attention at least. It was progress and he would take what he could get. He had most certainly thought out such details. There were many potential options. The biggest obstacle was the bloody relocation program. The easiest thing to do was to claim that the child was a relocation but that was highly regulated and besides – he would be damned before he even pretended to allow such a thing. Yet Bellatrix was right. He could hardly say so.
“Regulus will continue to see that no mudblood is placed in my household. We need not openly speak against it. It makes no fool of you if it seems to be your idea… but if you would prefer it be a private matter – then a private matter it will be. As far as the girl… she is nothing but a means to an end. There are many ways, from an Imperious to finding some girl out of France or Italy that will not be missed should we decide it more expedient to be rid of her when she has served her purpose. I have never been caught in my life, my heart. I do not intend upon it now. You act as if it would be the first life to end at the point of our wands…” the idea was laughable really. There was an advantage to powerful position. Few dared challenge.
“Do not think of her as lover or replacement… think of her as entertaining toy. Pet with a purpose… red blood on white skin. You are so skilled at making them enjoy it my love. I certainly do… I bet you could make her purr like a kitten as you sliced along her thighs. It will be that – you – that excites… not some green girl that will just as likely be disposed of when she is no longer of use.”