He sighed. Perhaps it was not a demand, but everything felt that way with Bellatrix--at least from the eyes of a mentally unstable, single, aggressive male.
Reaching into his pocket, Rabastan took out a small vile--one of the potions he took for his bi-polar condition. Bellatix and Rodolphus were aware, as was Rookwood, though Rabastan suspected others knew. It was certainly no mystery that he was unstable. For the most part, those close to him were fairly forgiving and understanding, though Rabastan did not need it or expect it.
"What do you want me to do for you?" he asked calmly, almost monotone. As he looked at Bellatrix, it was as though he forgot he was going to tell her 'no' is he really had no desire to play her favourite game. Perhaps he still would. Regardless, he stood in front of her, his arms crossed over his chest as well, searching her face for an answer.