Tiberius had expected her to be combative, so her barrage of questions didn't surprise or really even phase him. She hadn't raised anything that was, in his mind, insurmountable. Her concerns weren't entirely irrational, however, so he knew he needed to address them.

"Public is anywhere that you might be seen or overheard by the sorts of people who would talk. I wouldn't care if you cast Unforgiveable Curses in the parlor, or out on the grounds, or even in my aunt's study, so long as no one was talking about it the next day," he clarified. Would the Vow sense his intention when it was made, or did they need to change the wording to make it more clear? Tiberius hadn't done enough research on the subject to be sure, but he didn't want Antigone dying on a technicality. "And the clause about law-breaking is for your own protection, really. I don't mind what you did on the train--but if something like that were to happen again, I would need to see to the situation myself to ensure it was properly cleaned up and covered," he said sternly. He certainly didn't trust Antigone to be thorough. With a slight smirk, he added, "I could have said don't do anything illegal, but what fun would that be? It's only a problem if you're caught. If you tell me what's happened, I can ensure you never will be."

Her point about the exact definition of unladylike was the most difficult to deal with, so Tiberius chose not to address it for the moment. "Scotland lives under the same Muggle queen, and Hogsmeade under the same Ministry, so I shouldn't think it would be considered a separate country. Though perhaps to be sure you'd do best to tell me where you're going," he said, his tone teasing. A dark smile lit his features for just a moment, then he grew somber again. "Do you have any suggestions for wording you'd like to change? If you're not fond of the subjectivity of the term ladylike, put something in there you prefer," he offered, nodding towards a quill and ink pot that were about in the center of the desk between them.