Tiberius scoffed at the use of the word our. "You're only here in your capacity as my wife," he pointed out, turning his back to the bed as he approached the vanity and began to undress. He simply set things on the counter top as he removed them, trusting that a servant would follow along at some point tomorrow and store them all back where they belonged in his luggage — perhaps a presumptuous assumption given the number of guests, but he was hardly going to do it himself.

"It isn't as though anyone wanted your company for its own sake," he said as he removed his tie. He might have said anyone in this family, but he didn't think what he was saying applied only to the Lestranges; Antigone was, from what he could tell, unpleasant to be around no matter who you were. He was aware, rather vaguely, that she did have some friends, but the notion of anyone choosing to spend time with her entirely baffled him. Then again, the notion of friendship generally baffled him, so perhaps Antigone was in good company on that count.