"Sure, let's go," he agreed, turning back towards the staircase. He wasn't exactly sure he remembered which rooms they were supposed to be in, since they'd spent no time at all actually settling into them before setting about exploring the house, but they'd figure it out. Presumably anything that was loud enough to wake up a sleeping guest would also be loud enough that they were unlikely to miss it.

As he reached the stairs he turned his head to one side, trying to get his neck to crack, then reached up with one hand to rub his shoulder. He wondered, idly, if there was anything in the kitchen they might be able to take. That probably wasn't allowed, but he could have just about died for a cup of tea right now, or coffee if they had it — and if they were careful enough about it, the Muggles might not even notice a few cups were missing. They had to have something like that on hand, didn't they? Presumably there was a breakfast in the morning, though he hadn't specifically asked about it.

He made it to the landing at the second floor and tilted his head the other way, rubbing his other shoulder. "D'you want some tea, if I can find some?" he asked, looking back at Lestrange.