Rodolphus chuckled at her response, "Now, now, Hannah, I'm not one of those villains on stage in London. I'm not going to monologue to give you any more information than I wish to. Cheeky little swot, aren't you?" He grabbed her chin and then let it go harshly.
Ignoring her little out burst at first as the other Renegade rushed off to send the planned owl, Rodolphus only turned when she shouted her righteous: "Don't you Dare".
In that instant, his good humor had vanished, and the sloping shadows that fell on his handsome features only magnified the insane glint in his eyes. "Shut up. Crucio." Whatever she had experienced at Adrian's hands would be ten fold worse at Rodolphus' practiced ones. Afterall, he had cast the unforgivable over 30 times the night they tortured the Longbottoms alone. "Typical woman," He sneered, "Having to be put back into their place, as they're not smart enough to stay there."
Crouching down so they were eyelevel once more, his voice was silken and deadly, "Tell me, what makes you think that I would even consider listening to you? Do I respect you? Do I fear you? A pathetic, snivelling little girl? Please. You forget yourself. All you can do is give me evils all day long. I, however, can do much much worse." Cold, calculated eyes swept her figure suggestively.
"Don't feed her today." He snapped at Adrian and the other deatheater, before turning back to the girl, "And no more outbursts from you, or I take it on those you're so desperate to protect." With an eerie smile he was gone.