His first words - the theory of them, at least - she is well acquainted with. She barely bats an eye as she counters, brusque: "I am most certainly not, if I am here before you." It's not quite denial. Bellatrix recalls her own fate quite clearly - for once it's a mere statement of fact. That isn't what turns her gaze gold, though. Her eyes lid until they're all but narrowed, and the faintest hint of a smirk tugs at her lip, though if anything it looks to be nearer the beginnings of a snarl.

"Fallen?"