Rabastan turned and smirked, wand flicking up to his face to make his mask disappear. The green of his robes dissolved into a dark black, and while Rabastan always felt smug and confident, his uniform quadrupled that sensation and now he was enjoying this.
It really just made things messy, when you went on a job in a bad mood. Rabastan knew that Grayson found much joy in that, but he liked to handle things with deliberate and clean precision, and would rather avoid the splatter of blood when he could.
Though, sometimes it was simply necessary.
"I don't think," Rabastan said as he swished his wand, sending a strong spell of wind toward the healer who decided to get in his way, "I give a damn."
He quickly followed up with an equally productive, quiet spell, "Imperius!"
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