Bellatrix never really noticed anything when it came to how Rabastan felt about her. She always just thought he was one of the few she could tolerate and she had always been glad to know she could. She disliked so many people, and yet she had never had a moment where she disliked him.
She nodded a bit with his admission about doing whatever she needed, "I know and I appreciate that, I always have." she sighed as she shook her head, "I hate this bloody feeling of weakness! I hate the fact I do not enjoy being alone and this house feels wrong when no one but the elves are here with me," she looked at him, "I am not a weak person and yet here I am, demanding you sit here with me, simply so I am not alone? This is not acceptable."