Honestly, if Adrian had chosen to curse Rodolphus, the older man would've been impressed by his audacity. Of course Adrian would have also been tortured within a hair of his life, so perhaps it was better this way.
Ah yes, Bella. His insane deceased wife. No one could take a Crucio as well as she could've. Nor could anyone dish it out as well, either. Too often their idea of foreplay was a violent argument and duel. In the end however, as much as others may have thought otherwise, Rodolphus still wore the pants. Although so did Voldemort. Bella had a thing for insane powerful men.
The beer bottle exploded as it was meant to and Rodolphus nodded, "Good. So probably not men, then." What he meant was unclear. "Tell me, any blokes you'd like to give a little heart attack to?" He meant purebloods.