Miles was trying to reign in his temper. The simple fact that she was a woman, and that she was Rosmerta stopped him from hexing her senseless on the spot. She was still ranting and raving about bloody Vampire rights and mistreatment. It was all he could do to stop himself from pulling out his wand as he ran a hand through his hair. "I don't have to listen to this rubbish," he muttered as he picked up Liam's bag and headed through the door. He was in such a hurry, he didn't check to see if the bag was fastened properly, or even if all his toys were in it.
He was already out the door and down the stairs, ready to grab Liam and take him back to the manor. "How many vampires do I know?" he repeated her question as he stopped on the stairs, his voice raising just a little higher. "Well none that I personally invite to tea and to meet my son!"
As he reached the bottom of the stairs, he turned back again, coming nose to face with her as he started to look angry. "I've seen what they are - what they do..." He remembered seeing them at the battle of Leicester Square. "You'd be lucky to have your pretty neck left intact." He pointed a finger at her threateningly.