"I think that trust is too strong a word for the regard Rodolphus held for those two." He felt another surge of hatred towards Dumbledore, but this time his resentment was less focused towards the man in front of him. It was aimed more towards Rodolphus, for disregarding Snape's former Deatheater status, towards Lucius, Snape's superior once more even after death, towards himself, for relying entirely on an authority that now meant nothing, an authority that Dumbledore had dismissed as easily as Rodolphus had. "But I understand your concern, all the same. The biggest difference between Rodolphus and the Dark Lord isn't a matter of power; it's a matter of motivation. We knew the Dark Lord's motivations; his desire for power was only paralleled by his fear of death. But Rodolphus is different. I've never seen him act out of pure fear- only a sort of-" Snape paused for a moment, as if searching for a word strong enough to describe the mad gleam he had seen in Rodolphus's eyes while he tortured his victims. "ravenousness."