Ah, so it was going to be one of those nights. Argus merely sighed, the only indicator of his irritation. He came a bit closer to where Luna was seated. There was that unsettling calm about her that she always seemed to have after the initial shock of being kidnapped had worn off. Just another reason he wished he could have had any other random prisoner down here.
He ignored the fact that she called his arrival a "visit". The first time he'd corrected her - this was his restaurant, his cellar, for Merlin's sake she was his prisoner! If anyone was a visitor, it was her, and that was certainly up for debate. Instead, Argus addressed the fact that he'd heard her speaking before he'd entered.