Remus weighed his options as he studied Lestrange coldly, unperturbed by the sight of the bleeding, mutilated man on the ground. A part of him wanted to kill him, to be the one to drain the life out of him, but the fact of the matter was that many of the wolves at Jericho and on the examination tables of the Purification Facilities had not been given the sweet release of death; they had been forced to wait for it, feeling their lives slip away painfully as they were left to die rather than merely put down. Most of them hadn't even been given that.
Still. He wanted to be sure the man was dead. He didn't want him to have any hope of recovery. And they didn't have much time left.
Walking over to the man's side took two strides - Remus made sure to step extra-hard on the man's crotch area - before kneeling down beside Lestrange, pausing before reaching out and dabbing his finger in the man's blood for a lazy taste. "You'd better not believe in the afterlife, for your own sake," he commented lightly. "Otherwise, this," he motioned vaguely at Lestrange, "has only just begun.
"You know, it's a pity it's not the full moon." Remus slipped his wand back out, touching the man gently with the tip on his cheek, his shoulder, his chest. "But that's all right." Remus slowly drew a diagonal line from Lestrange's shoulder to his hip, a satisfied growl erupting from his chest as the line began to glow red, then white, before small flames began to erupt from it. "You burned them alive when they were nothing but injured humans. Let me return the favor. It's only a pity I can't rearrange your organs for you beforehand." Standing, he growled, "Let's see if anyone comes to your aid."
Turning to Caradoc, he reported, "The family either left already or is hidden somewhere in the house; see if you can sniff them out, but..." He raised an eyebrow as he survey Caradoc's clothes. "I would suggest you don't show yourself. No offense."