Some of his former bravado came out moments after he had his first chance to compose himself. The only acknowledgment Hermione offered to his statement was a balled up fist straight to his nose. A satisfying crack could be heard that forced a yell of pain out of the man. Rabastan smirked and nodded his head at his cohort. If a simple blow to his face would make the man scream, their job was going to be much easier than they expected. Clearly living so close to the Dark Lord's shadow for all of those years made the man soft, weak. He wouldn't last long and before he succumbed to the pain that they were going to inflict on his ancient body, he would sing.