He didn't say another word to her until they were both seated on the same sofa in his opulent lounge. Even for being a much smaller house than the manor, it was no less luxurious. Lestranges throughout history enjoyed their comforts. Rodolphus was only a short distance away. His eyes raked over her entire body in an obvious appreciation. She hated when he stared at her like he knew exactly what she looked like without her clothes on. Mostly because she knew he did. It was hard to ignore how many times they'd spent hours in that very house tumbling across his bed and rolling onto the floor. The man was insatiable when he was in the proper frame of mind. Too many years in Azkaban denied him the pleasures of the flesh that he enjoyed so much. He tried to make up for lost time whenever he could.