It bothered her more than she cared to admit that she was so rattled by almost being caught that day. They were so close. Rabastan even touched her. Just the thought of her near-assault made her skin crawl. He could be a disgusting excuse for a man at time. He could also be a great deal of fun as she learned years earlier, but his behavior that day not only frightened her, it gave her a glimpse into what their victims must have been thinking right before they succumbed to their own torture. She didn't like it. Though she had no doubt that Fenrir would've ripped him apart, limb from limb, if Antonin hadn't stopped him, she still felt sick to her stomach when she recalled that day.