Against his better judgement, Sebastian snorted derisively, taking another step towards the hesitant Kirke and grabbing his wrist. "Well then you should have cursed me instead of punching me, shouldn't you have?" Sebastian knew he'd deserved that punch to the face; he'd insulted not only Kirke's honor - his moral character, but his cousin's ability to make good judgements in her life. Really he was damn lucky Kirke (to Sebastian's knowledge) didn't know how to operate a shotgun and demand a duel. Given that he was from a muggle family, it was likely he actually did and Sebastian had really escaped being forced into a duel by the skin of his teeth. But that didn't stop him from making another snarky comment after the fact. "We both know you'd likely win out in that fight too —"
He'd barely raised his wand to rap on Kirke's knuckles when a movement out of the corner of his eyes made him look up. Ah. Well, this wasn't good. The slight smirk that was on his face at his previous snarky comment dropped immediately and Sebastian's mouth popped open slightly as he was hit for a second time in the span of a few minutes - not physically, but by the look of sheer fury in Elsie's face. She may have been smaller than both of them, but he knew a look that promised violence if they didn't heed her command then and there.
Sebastian dropped Kirke's wrist as if he'd been scalded, secretly praying Elsie had seen that he hadn't been about to retaliate against her husband. If she hadn't, then he was well and truly screwed. But if he'd learned anything from any of this, it was to trust in her judgement; that didn't stop him from glancing warily at Kirke as he wordlessly followed his cousin into the house.
He'd barely raised his wand to rap on Kirke's knuckles when a movement out of the corner of his eyes made him look up. Ah. Well, this wasn't good. The slight smirk that was on his face at his previous snarky comment dropped immediately and Sebastian's mouth popped open slightly as he was hit for a second time in the span of a few minutes - not physically, but by the look of sheer fury in Elsie's face. She may have been smaller than both of them, but he knew a look that promised violence if they didn't heed her command then and there.
Sebastian dropped Kirke's wrist as if he'd been scalded, secretly praying Elsie had seen that he hadn't been about to retaliate against her husband. If she hadn't, then he was well and truly screwed. But if he'd learned anything from any of this, it was to trust in her judgement; that didn't stop him from glancing warily at Kirke as he wordlessly followed his cousin into the house.