Personal bubbles didn't mean a thing to Rabastan. He enjoyed being as close to another when he wanted, never having been pushed back from any advance, unless it was playful. Those were quite enjoyable in his opinion. When he had ventured closer to Alecto at that moment, his mind was blank, eyes still filled with a crazed look pulsating right through. Anyone could read his estatic, calm demenor at that moment. There was only other person that could read him rather easily, which was his elder brother. However, he wasn't around at that moment. Alecto was. And even if Roldophus was within Grimmauld Place, he would have still shared the exciting gift with the woman in front of him. No doubt about it. As much as he cared about his brother and all that he had done for him, she had a sense of familarity around her vicinity. More so, they were alike in different ways.
He had heard the low growl coming from her in a defensive sort of way; however, that wasn't enough to pull him away. A different act wasn't on his mind at the moment. Rabastan simply wanted a clear way to draw her towards the box in her own time. It would also help if she didn't lundge at him in a unexpected way, Rabastan knew that he was in the clear, especially after he smeared the crimson liquid upon her palm. Other's might have found that beyond dicusting, but he knew that Alecto wouldn't see things that way, unless it was upon her face. He even had limits when it came to doing such an action towards the other. If she had asked him to just that, then that was a completely different story. All she had to do was ask, especially if it meant that the action would have turned her on.
With a smirk spreading across his face again, Rabastan watched as Alecto approach the box and utter the exact words the had said moments before. He did have his way with words. Always did, despite sounding crazy with his random mixture of choice words to describe his actions, among other things. Standing towards the side of her as she eyed the box curiously, he had the urge to rip the material wide open. It didn't help that he once again imagined himself batheing within the woman's blood once again. The anger that Medea had caused him for months had been released finally, which was fueled with hatred and holding on to a simple grudge.
As the lid finally open and Alecto's eyes came in contact with the item within, Rabastan couldn't help but feel proud. He stood higher, well, more then he usually did. He felt extremely good about his accomplishment that evening and was begging to share it with someone. It was more then just a simple good thing in his eyes. Maybe the Dark Lord would even reward him for his actions. Besides, no one would miss the whore of a woman. Her own twin daughters wouldn't even shead a tear, which the simple thought of the young females caused him to wish that he could get his hands around their throats as well. Rabastan watched as Alecto had pulled the head out of the box, letting some droplets of blood come in contact with he cold floor. His eyes skimmed the woman's look, knowing that she was proud of his work as well, before watching the jaw fall open of the decapitated head.
Calmly letting his eyes return to look into Alecto's as she finally remembered that he was in the same room with him, Rabastan could feel his own heart pump harder. The prospect and thoughts of killing was clearly in mind. It made his blood run faster and adrenline race to the tips of his fingers, going all around, almost as if there there were a party ocurring within his own body. A larger broad, crazed smirk appeared on the face of the younger Lestrange broghter, as a nod slowly answered her question. The Dark Lord entrusted him to search for a specific cup and make sure that it was within a safe place. After the Mongtogery woman refused him within the summer, he had taken it anyway. The refusal had burned a grudge deep within Rabastan. He knew that he must take her life in a gruesome way. Her remains wouldn't be noticeable that easy once, and if, her scattered pieces of the body was ever found.