"I prefer you any way I can get you, my husband." Bellatrix flung open the French doors and lifted her face into the breeze that lifted her hair and sent it flying.
She crossed the flagstones in her bare feet and draped herself across the chaise. "Come lie with me, Rodolphus." This weakness, this gentle sentimentality was only acceptable here, when they were alone. They could not afford to let that be seen by outsiders.