Far from being in a dangerous rage intent on inflicting vengeance, Rabastan was calm, possibly even a little drunk. She calmed slightly. It didn't appear that he knew about his wife's fate just yet. Like so many unhealthy marriages amongst the ranks of the Death Eaters, it was likely that the Lestranges could go days without seeing the other and not be terribly bothered. She knew that was often the case in her own fucked up marriage.