Barty gathered his magic, did what he could to focus it in that one hand. He was a powerful wizard, there was no doubt about that. Perhaps even more so now, after he had arguably cheated death. Either way, he hoped it would help Regulus. He wasn't sure what would help him more, magic? Emotion? Awareness, that was what he needed, but how could he help him get it?

"It's interesting. I often felt as if you were the first to make me feel. Now I get to repay the favour."

A questionable favour, perhaps, but he didn't have to share that thought.