"This has been brewing a long time," Brian admitted. "Remus never counted on her having people to stand beside her. It was what he wanted for her, of course, but it was nnot what he counted on for her. He wanted her to be able to protect herself. There were times he drilled her worse than any bootcamp I ever conducted. And she'd have done anything for him. Anything.
"The last couple of years have been hard. Four or five years ago she was living at the farm, unwilling to come out because she thought her life was over without Remus. Robert got her to take the directorship of St. Mungos and move to the cottage in Hogsmeade. And now it has sort of evolved to where she has had to rely on security just to stay safe at home or to conduct a normal work day. Its a necessity, and she knows it. I did expect that she would someday blow up at me because she didn't like my insistance that she be hovered over. Well, I guess today was the day," Brian finished, putting a couple pieces of pizza on a plate for himself.
"She'll come around about that," Michael said. "She never did know how to be at odds with you. It sounds like Cassidy feels she's better already."
"I'm sure she is," Brian said.
A short while later, Escobar glanced at the door and somehow opened it without moving a muscle. The house elf came in with a tray. She sat up, and the elf put the tray across her lap and removed the cloche. It was steak tartare. She hesitated.
"You do not like steak?" he asked.
"I prefer mine cooked," she said.
"It is the best quality and it is not tainted," he said.
"Nevertheless," she said. "I do not eat raw beef."
"Oh very well. Rare, surely, then?"
"Medium, please," she said. He looked at her as if she were revolted.
"Medium," he ordered, a bit reluctantly. The steak turned from raw to medium on her plate. "Terrible injustice to that bit of steak." He picked up the red apple from the tray and bit into it. "I miss food sometimes."
"Why am I here?" she asked.
"I collect things," he shrugged, motioning her to eat.
"Things? Or people?" she asked, tasting the steak. It was very good.
"Its all the same, isn't it? Nothing ever lasts. It all decays before my eyes. When you live as an immortal, nothing ever lasts."
"Especially women," she finished his sentence.
"Swords, jewels, money, art, women,...its all the same."
"And have you collected me?" she asked. He looked at her.
"No," he said. "You are..a guest. I don't have many...guests." He paused and seemed to focus into being a host. "You will find appropriate clothing in the armoire. The bath is through the door behind you to your left, and a morning sitting room to the door behind you to your right. You are, of course, welcome to go into almost any room in the house."
"Almost?" she asked.
"Almost," he maintained. "You will know where you are permitted to go."
"And how long shall I stay?"
"You work in years. I work in eternities," he said. "How long you stay is not for me to decide. Tonight, I suggest you eat and sleep. Nothing more."
"Why are you being so..." her words failed her.
"Civil?" He laughed.
"Yes," she said.
"And why do I not just drain you now? Because I love beautiful things. Perhaps I..shall not."
"Not until you tire of me."
"I eventually tire of everything," he said, turning and going to the door. "Good night." He left.