Smoothly Will moved to get between Yaxley and the path further back into the house as a rush of anger shredded the sleep clinging to him. "You are wrong so many levels that it's laughable, Yaxley," he said, crossing his arms over his chest in such a way that his wand was within very easy reach.
"This is my home," he said flatly, conveniently ignoring the little fact that he and Audrey hadn't actually discussed living arrangements or any of the million and one other details that would need to be hashed out as they combined their lives into a single entity. "As Mrs. Travers-Rosier is currently indisposed, I am the one with whom you will have to deal." He stepped closer to the other man, his eyes level and cold and full of dark resolve. "You will not wake her. Now or ever."