Khaat finished her meal, and began to feel uneasy about Kieran. She apparated her dishes back to the kitchen in the main house and then went to the bedroom. Kieran was desperately trying to search the bedroom, between the mattresses.
"The bottles are gone," Khaat told him gently. "Give it up. You won't find any. You ought to know a simple accio spell brings me every ounce of alcohol you have, if I so choose."
"Its MINE!" he bellowed at her, dripping wet in his feverish state. "You had no right."
"I do too. I am Mrs. Brian Quinn. I have every right. I own this right along with Brian. That means I own you," she confronted. "You're going to be off this wither you like it or not." Frustrated, desperate and angry, he began to throw at her anything he could get his hands on. She used wandless magic to deflect item after item, knowing he would soon be out of things to throw. She knew Steven was just a few steps away if she needed him, but she also needed Kieran to have some respect. He began screeching and cursing at her and calling her all sorts of profane names. She leaned lazily against the bedroom door jamb, unconcerned, and then, as she expected, the threats began. She was figuring Kieran was really pushing his luck. She did'nt figure Steven would want to listen to this bellowing all night. Either that or it would bring everybody from the main house to see what the fuss was all about. One or the other.