He released a high breathy sound of approval, "Nicely done, dear Bellatrix," he hissed out, tapping his finger against the arm of the chair, the ring tapping against its wood, "Nicely done," he felt his heart flutter in his chest. A stray, mistimed beat that left him feeling strangely detached from his body. He clenched his hand into a fist, sighing in relief as the ring’s metal bit into his skin and grounded him.