"If we find we have a traitor," Brian said, "I'm good with you not taking it and locking the two of you in the basement until morning."
"Brian," Robert said with such a strong iron firmness that it made Khaat jump. "You will NOT allow any human being to be locked in a room with an out of control werewolf. Am I making myself clear? If you want him dead, then fine. So be it. But we will not rip him to little pieces. We are civilized. We are the good guys, remember?"
"Brian," Khaat reached for his hand, and Brian was drawn back to her with a pull that he didnt' think he would ever feel for any woman. It was like her face, her smile, was unescapable for him. He went over and took her hand.
"Let me handle this," he told her.
"I will," she said. "But I want you to remember that we're alright. You have a family now. Don't do anything stupid that the French magic ministry could arrest you for and put you into Grindlewald's hands. Come back to me."
"I am never ever going to leave you," he said firmly. "Not like that. You'll be safe with your father and the others for awhile, but I am coming home. I promise." He kissed her so slowly and so deeply that it left them both nearly breathless. Brian had never felt that way for anyone, and the closer he got to her, the deeper it got. It made him wonder how much deeper it could go.
"Save that until you get back," Robert laughed. Khaat and Brian looked at him blankly, their thoughts and feelings re-routed for the moment entirely. "Steven, Jack--do not let him do anything stupid in his anger. That's an order."
"I"ll be fine," Brian said. He dug the portkey, a French coin, out of his pocket. "You both ready to go?"