Bole smirked as he read the mistrust in Augustus' body language. Well, then again that was a sure sign of sanity. Trusting him would be suicide.
He stopped in his tracks and eyed the cord with avid attention. Key to the town held in the palm of Augustus' hand. He licked his lips, practically drooling at the thought of sneaking in after dark and taking someone. Or perhaps not even. Perhaps he'd just leave a little gift...
Bole's gaze flicked up to Augustus' face, and he stepped forward slowly, reaching out with a deliberate hand. He snatched Augustus' wrist firmly and stabbed his wand into the middle of his chest. "What do you get out of this?" He asked, his voice almost conversational despite the nails he was driving into the other man's skin, "is Lestrange going to let you get on your knees for him? I heard he's looking for a new fuck. Is this part of your audition?"