"Oh I know," Bole said sweetly, "You're supposed to give me something." Bole stepped forwards, still twirling his wand through his fingers. The longer he spent out amongst the trees without human contact, the less fealty he felt toward Rodolphus. Oh sure, he'd been promised his fair share of rewards - and his fair share of punishment should he disappoint - but Bole was finding his own reward in simply terrorising the masses. Did he really need to be reinstated at Azkaban to enjoy himself?
"But you know... in times like these," He continued, his eyes glittering hungrily as he moved around Augustus, circling slowly in a wide arch. Theo had been jumpy when they'd met, he wondered if Augustus would have the same fear of him already, "You can never be too careful..."