"I’ll make you an offer," he leaned in to nail her down with red eyes filled with malice, "One that I’ve only extended once before and was ignored at that time. I do so hope that you’ll make the wiser choice. I’m granting you this due to the bodies I found laying at your feet; Dolohov, the Lestrange twins, you even managed to nick dear Bella. So, Mudblood, since you’re so obviously more accomplished than the simpletons on that raid," his eyes went wide as he glared at those within the room, "How would you like proper training? Proper lessens? More than that school could ever teach you. What say you Bellatrix," he turned and glided closer to the raven haired woman, "Would you train her up? Raise her above the filth of birth?"