Bole didn't bother to hide his face lighting up at the mention of a gift, especially after seeing that it was still alive! He bared his teeth in a smile and ran his fingers through his matted hair.
"I need it!" He told Roth, the words almost felt foreign in his mouth. He couldn't remember the last time he'd used a full sentence. He'd have been more concerned about it, if he wasn't now entirely consumed with the excitement of having a mouse to play with. A little beating heart to destroy! No no! It might be the only thing he had to play with for a while! He'd have to keep it alive...
"I thought there'd be more rats here like in Azkaban-" He said, eyes never leaving the little rodent, not even thinking about the words, "-I thought they'd be chewing the dead flesh."