Alecto knew that Rabastan did not like her brother. Not many people like Amycus, at least not like she did. They had an interesting relationship. Especially since Rabastan could never ever replace the sort of relationship that she had with Amycus. If forced to ever pick between them, Alecto had no doubt in her mind that she would pick Amycus. Her brother knew her better than anyone in the world knew her. He was really the only one that could keep her on track, and focused on a goal. Rabastan? Well, Rabastan had the capability of instigating her. Not that Alecto was complaining, she enjoyed those types of people, it was just.... sometimes.... a hindrance when she had a specific task to complete.
As Rabastan took a step closer, Alecto stood a little firmer. He was invading her bubble and she didn't like that.... at least not when it wasn't HER invading someone elses bubble. Ironically, a lot of the things that Alecto did to other people, she didn't like done to herself. While she had no trouble invading someone elses bed, if someone attempted to do that to her, she would kill them before learning of their intentions. As his hand wrapped around her wrist, her gaze narrowed on him and a low growl rumbled through her throat. Watching him very very closely, she was waiting for him to twitch, and give himself away. She was waiting for that single motion to trigger her own instinct to act in defense.
However, that never came, and Alecto could only allow her breath to catch in her throat as she watched his fingers smear the crimson across her ivory palm. Tugging her hand out of his grasp she moved to the box and studied the outside of it. It was nothing fancy, a simple box; not even topped with a bow, Alecto began to wonder what was in it, especially when she noted that there was a red liquid oozing from one of the edges. Tilting her head to the side, her fingers ran over all the edges except the one with the red stuff leaking from it.
"Better than a finely aged bottle of firewhiskey," She echoed quietly as she tried to think of what could be in it. Perhaps there's a bat, or a rat. The pox? Oh how delightful the pox. Lips curled into a smirk as she inched a finger underneath the lid and began to wedge the lid up.
As the lid popped open, Alecto came face to face with a rather notorious woman within the Death Eaters. That smirk curled into something even broader, as she reached into the box and curled her fingers into the matted hair of Madea Montgomery. Lifting her decapitated head out of the box, the jaw on the head slackened and hung open as lifeless grey eyes stared directly at Alecto. Her hand with the smudge of blood on it lifted to trace down the head's jaw, caressing the cold skin, a stark contrast to the warm touch from Alecto.
Turning to finally face Rabastan, her eyes were wide and lively. Holding up the head, she could feel her heart racing within her chest. "You..." Breathing heavily, she could feel her heart pumping within her ears. "You.... killed her! Does that mean....?" Her voice trailed off, as she realized exactly what this meant. They had the CUP! The Dark Lord must be ECSTATIC! Stepping closer to Rabastan, the hand not holding the head extended to trace along his jaw line.
"You did very well." Her voice was a gentle purr towards him, as she leaned forward to press a kiss against his cheek.