Tiberius watched her remove her corset with mild amusement. It wasn't as though the stakes were too high if she did decide to do something stupid. Beyond the door was only the hallway of their home, not King's Cross Station. If she made a fool of herself in the hallway and one of the servants saw, he could always meddle with their memory. Or kill them. He could think up some suitable punishment for her, too. The idea of her disobedience didn't even make him angry, not really. The conversation in the woods seemed to have given him something of a clean slate when it came to his interactions with Antigone. He would make the rules, and if she was willful he would think of a way to try and break her — but the feeling that he'd had when he set out that afternoon, the feeling that he was at his wits' end and there was nothing left to be done, was gone.

She turned towards the bathroom and made her comment about the clothes. Tiberius snorted in response. "Or what?" he echoed back at her. He hadn't forgotten that she'd left her wand behind when she stormed off before, and surely she hadn't, either. What exactly did she plan to do?

There were clothes laid out in the bathroom for her, although it was only undergarments and a house coat. Tiberius didn't understand female fashion enough to pick a dress that she could get into without assistance, and if she needed help dressing after her bath... well, that just wasn't going to happen.