The woman disgusted Bellatrix, she was a cowardly little fool with no concept of just what blood flowed in her veins, the purity she posessed, purer blood even than that of a Black... a direct decendent as her Lord was, and she was snivilling on the floor.
What manner of woman was this.
But for some reason, she was to stay here. It would be a logical reason, a nessacary one. But she would not ask.
And then her Lord was at her side. His fingers at her cheek and instantly all jealousy for this woman was gone. He was thanking her. Her alone.
"As ever I remain your most loyal and faithful my Lord" she replied, her tone more breathy now than filled with its usual harshness.