Rabastan still wasn't sure how to take everything as a whole. It seemed like a trick, despite the scent in their surrounding area seemed all too familar to him. He had wanted to believe the woman before him, simply because he had wanted and felt the need to be near Alecto. She had a way of pushing the right buttons and the correct mindset as in the perfect creature that might have walked the same ground that he had. It's why he had come back to comfortable grounds. The perfect mate to bear his young, preferrably a son to carry on the Lestrange name for centuries to come. His family was strong willed, the reason behind at least one surviving member to continue on the legacy. He truly wasn't going to take no for an answer, especially from the perfect specimen. Or well, he came out of the shadows. Skin was more pale than they had last scene each other. The pigment wasn't enough to make his skin as white as he had been after his days within Azkaban, but it certainly reminded him of those moments. He was, however, a bit sensitive about that little obvious fact. As long as no one pointed it out, they shall both be perfectly fine.
Magic. Of course, he could have thought of that himself. As much as he wanted to walk freely in the light with the rest of the common folk and not be pointed as a death eater. Not that he wasn't proud of what he was to the Dark Lord, especially since he would be forever loyal to the mastermind, a life literally running from aurors wasn't what he had wanted to do the rest of his days. "More than one source of magic. It's not easy to change one's appearence unless it's a hint of polyjuice potion," he replied, watching her ever movement. The woman had even had the same actions of Alecto. It was strange, and compelling all at the sametime. He still couldn't bring himself to believe her words and her claims, even if it seemed to be right in front of his nose. The obvious. That's what Alecto was being at the moment and he still couldn't put down his invisable wall. Maybe all that time alone did worse than he had thought previously.
Watching Alecto move away from him to tend to the creatures that roamed within the store, Rabastan stood silently to hear the scampering of the spiders fleeing from the premises. It was a shame that he hadn't had a chance to ask for a pet of his own before they all ventured into the night to feed. Maybe some other time. After all, it wasn't that much important for him to have a companion within the shadows, even though it would have been wicked to watch the little beast devour whatever prey they set their hearts upon. "Controlling their every need for how long? They seemed that they could engulf a dragon plus it's young into their systems by the way that they scampered off into the night," he responded with a smirk, letting himself fall victim to the trick. He had always given in after a while to Alecto. Whether it would be physically within her or simply in general, eventually it would occur.
"I would love to wreak havok with you once again. Romping through the streets, like the good old days. It's been too long. Far too long," he replied, tilting his head and keeping his gaze upon Alecto. His dark eyes looking deep within her own, not bothering to move. "Bathing in blood isn't the same without you." Throughout all of his words, he never uttered her name. Rabastan heard his own nickname that she had given him. It seemed strange that if all of the events unfolding before him were a trick, how many thoughts and memories between them were purged into another person.
It wasn't until she asked the reasonings behind his departure a couple of years ago that he believed her words. Well, not fully, but more so then a few moments ago. There wouldn't be many people that knew that they hid out for a while together in secret after the war had ending, causing another lost to sting for the remaning death eaters. The hint of sadness within her tone of voice was heard clearly by Rabastan, which felt more then slightly strange. He had been used to his victims screaming out in pain and those who watched their loved ones tortured with sadness in their voices. Hearing it from someone that he had done plenty of murders along side almost didn't make sense. Maybe he was missed?