[He inclines his head in acceptance of her 'pity'. Not much else to add to that and he knows how little she actually cares one way or the other. He likes to understand the others, just as their Lord does, to know them inside out and to perhaps be able to use them to his advantage. But care? No, this isn't the place for that. It's not friendship that binds them, it's a common goal, common methods and the Dark Lord.]

Yes.

[Her laugh bothers him, like nails across a blackboard. Goosebumps along his spine, but he doesn't show a reaction otherwise. His tongue flicks out to wet dry lips and he shrugs, as if she doesn't intimidate him at all.]

If we can help each other out, Bella, I see no reason why you wouldn't ask me. How many of the others are deserving and capable?