He felt like a dog with a bone on his nose. He wanted to grab it, he wanted to take it, but he was expected to wait for the signal. "I've waited 15 years. What else are we waiting for?"
Rabastan's careless and reckless attitude caused him more problems than it resolved. By the end of a typical night, the back of his robes were wrinkled from others holding him back. Having always been aggressive, Rabastan never learned patience, a virtue Death Eaters needed in order to succeed.