Bellatrix did not want to compare herself to those... lowly beings, those bothersome little nothings. To Peeves, Salazar. The thought wounded her terribly. And yet, since Peeves could interact with his environment in a way that Bellatrix could thus far only dream of was a sure indication that she should perhaps consider attempting to become same, if for entirely different reasons.
"Perhaps," she conceded, though it was not what she had originally meant, and doing wounded her pride. "It has only happened twice thus far, admittedly, but both times, the individuals whose presence I was in were terrified. Both times, I... Something happened. I could feel... I could feel the air pushing down and around me, a sensation you are experiencing but are not currently aware of. A sensation I am not currently experiencing. I believe that when this happens, I might be becoming solid. I know how this sounds, but don't you think it might be a theory worth exploring?" If Greyback could scare someone enough, wound them to the point of sheer terror, perhaps she could join in the fun. They could be come a team, though of course the thought made her feel, theoretically, ill.