#yeah so?

Bellatrix gasped, watching the wizard before her succumb to his abrupt injury. Ah, a wooden stake. She had to hand it to her master, he'd never fail to keep things interesting. And she certainly hadn't expected the man she spoke to mere seconds ago to bleed from the mouth and drop dead in front of her. There wasn't a lot that surprised her, not any more. The Dark Lord did.

"And so I do." Bella finally offered, wondering what the motive behind this one was while she looked down upon the life source before her quickly draining away. Perhaps her Lord was bored, in need of some entertainment.

She eyed her master. Had she been a second younger, she'd never dare question him. Their relationship had changed however. Since his return, and her escape from Azkaban. She was a grown woman now peppered with a dusting of scorn, still. She'd developed her own thoughts and ways. While she respected him and cared for him deeply, she was no longer always inclined to going with whatever he said or did without asking questions or speaking her mind.

"Well what was that for, hmm? Couldn't you have at least waited until the conversation had ended? Rather rude, don't you say, My Lord?" There was a hint of playfulness in her tone. But also slight irritation.

“I saved you the trouble.” The Dark Lord said, tossing the weapon aside.

It rolled across the floor with a clatter and came to rest under a table. Voldemort turned over his hands. Rubbing the mess from the webs between and on his sides.

“The conversation was wanting, and would have lead to awkwardness.” Lord Voldemort said looking up to Bella.

He gave her a look that dare to be questioned, “He only sought to bed you. I being a gentleman restored your honor.”