Her Lord didn’t expect or enjoy her presence like that, but in this instance he was powerless to stop it. His commentary on the subject had amounted to a few words of resistance and then exasperated acceptance. His words and magic had relinquished Bellatrix from whatever bond she held to him, whatever claim he’d kept now dashed in the face of stronger magic. If his second in command had decided to become enthralled by a creature so powerful she could tear down his wards in an instant, then so be it. He could merely hold out hope that his subservience to Hermione’s desire for Bellatrix would grant him some form of a boon in the long run.