Jamie simply responded with a huff and even a little growl of his own. He wasn't being mysterious. She just clearly didn't really know him. He was a recluse by nature. If that made him mysterious, then maybe he was. Really, he just liked his solitude and found he liked very few people. Hell, he could only stand to be around his family for small periods of time before feeling like he was going crazy. And Bella, Miss Scrimgeour, seemed to be like an annoying gnat that always escaped his swatting and always came back.

Dark eyes scanned around the room, really not seeing what she was seeing. It was a mess, of course, but to him is was an organized mess. He knew exactly where things were even if it looked as if that weren't possible. When his gaze finally came back to her, he simply shrugged. "S'not that bad. And the pups will be fine," he said, his tone far less offended like it'd been when she'd asked if he planned to care for them, "I don't keep deadly poisons or nothing in here."

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