As Bellatrix's words, Rabastan chuckled once again. "Enemies? Why, never. I'm such a nice and charming young man. Who would ever dislike me?" His tone was light, suggesting he was indeed making a joke out of the whole thing. He was annoyed, yes. But in the grand scheme of things, this hardly mattered. Hell, his slave might even die. It wasn't like he couldn't afford renovations, and he hadn't been home. Was his attackers really so idiotic to not check if he was there or not? Or perhaps in some twisted fate, they had been targeting the slave. Wouldn't have be perfectly lovely. "It's pretty though, isn't it? Something so grand being destroyed by something as barbaric as fire?"
At the sound of his slave, Rabastan sighed. Damn, so much for that hope. "I'm so glad, dear slave. I was incredibly worried and panicking. I wasn't sure what sort of casket you'd like to be buried in, or where to bury you." Rabastan's voice was incredibly monotone, implying he was not at all glad to see her alive.
Bellatrix was quick, when the other voice rang through his ears. A stranger on his property? What the bloody hell? With yet another sigh, Rabastan followed his sister-in-law. "Expelliarmus," he called lazily. He doubted that whoever caused this fire would be dumb enough to stay around, but Rabastan would have loved to torture someone new. Verity's screams were beginning to bore him. "A hero or a fool, Bellatrix? Want to bet?"