She wore a devious little smirk on her face when she propped herself up to look into his eyes, before shaking her head. "No, I think it would be better to mess with Bellatrix psychologically," she told him. "I want to go into the Lestrange vault and take something from her. Let her know that a mudblood like me has had her muddy little fingers all over her things. You can do that, right? Because of your shared blood?"