"It does mean that," he replied. The cup was safe within the Lestrange vault in Gringotts, waiting for the day that the Dark Lord wished for him to retieve it. Why the cup was so important, he hardly had a clue. It seemed like an ordinary cup to him with unique designs. However, if the Lord wanted such an item, Rabastan wasn't going to hesistate to carry out the request. A sudden rush coursed through him as Alecto had placed a hand down his jaw line. With the way he felt, he was liable to toss her on the bed, merely to have his way with her without a care that Amycus was basically down the hallway. He would just have to walk in on them only to see how a real man took care of things. Those thoughts only increased as she placed a kiss upon his cheek. It had been a while since they had been that close to each other, barely remembering the last time. "Of course, he is happy. I have done well. I have proved my worth. Hopefully, the Lord will reward me soon for my deed."
Rabastan knew that he had done better work then a good handful of other Death Eaters. The trust that he had given to the Dark Lord never faultered and only grew to an abnormally high amount. He would do anything to serve the Dark Lord. "Very happy," he uttered only loud enough for Alecto to hear, as he had taken in a deep breath of her scent, unconciously bringing his head towards the side of her own.