"Constantly," Angus laughed. "Get used to it. People pop in and out of here like it was Kings Cross Station--at all hours of the day and night. Especially Robert. At least we know, for th emost part, that whoever does that is a friend. Brian and Robert have layered all sorts of protective spells and enchantments all around the estate, but especially around the house. The grounds have been breeched once or twice, but those individuals have been dealt with. The house, well, that hasn't ever been breeched. Not to this point. Brian has gone to every length he knows to make this house as undetectable as he knows how. The only way one gets here is by express invitation. I bet you don't even know where you are, do you? You're farther north of London than you know. Brian will, at some point, give you a portkey so you can go in and out as you need to. But my best guess is that he hasn't thought of that yet."
He poured the tea. "Oh. Tea--where Robert is concerned, he doesn't use tea or sugar. Straight up is how he likes his tea. He prefers tea, except if he needs to stay focused and alert. And then he moves to French Roast. Khaat is a coffee drinker. Black, no sugar. Brian? Well, he never quits working, so he always feels like he has to stay awake and hyper alert. So, yeah. He's a coffee, black, no sugar sort of guy too. Jess and Jack are normally tea drinkers, but they sometimes drink coffee. Steven, he's an American. He's strictly a coffee guy. Me, I like both. It just depends on what mood I"m in."
"Let's get this back to him before he fires us," Angus laughed. "He's extremely no nonsense when they're working on something like this. You'll get used to him. He's more bark than bite--well, most of the time. But he can bite. You don't want to be on the end of that."
He took the tea back into Robert, who was now sitting next to Khaat on the sofa. He was holding Abbey on his lap with one hand and had his hand on the back of her neck, checking it. "You're going to be coal black for awhile," he sighed. "Can't help it. Bad bruising, my dear. Drink your coffee. You need the pain potion." Khaat looked at him and realized he clearly had smelled the potion in her coffee. "It'll help," he told her gently.