She danced away, but the hem of her robes did catch on fire and she had to pause to conjure water to put the flames out. A shield spell surrounded her soundlessly, and she regarded her plaything with narrowed eyes.
"You should be honoured to wear my mark, you sniveling weakling! It is the mark of the Dark Lord's most favoured and it has already saved your miserable life!"
Bellatrix reached into the veil and dared to run her fingertips along the Dark Lord's thigh. Of course they passed right through him, he wasn't ready to reveal himself in his full glory yet, but the numbing cold was sheer comfort to her. The Dark Lord loved her, allowed her to touch him. Soon, they would be one again!