No—what she wanted was the way he had looked at her just before he kissed her. She wanted that feeling again, standing in his office, bloodied from her torture, and he had been staring at her in worshipful adulation. That’s what she wanted. She wanted his adoration. Wasn’t that what she always wanted? Viktor, Ron, when they stared at her like she was the only woman in the world. That’s what she wanted. 