It had been a terrible idea to help Anthony get back into the castle. Terrence knew that, but it was part of the reason why he'd done it. What was life without a little risk and hilarity, anyway?
He'd left George for the night, not restrained with ropes anymore, but he wasn't going to be escaping the flat anytime soon. The room Terrence had set up for this sort of thing was much comfier, but probably harder to get out of, than any cell at the Ministry. Of course, the comfiness was part of it, especially in this case, since he wasn't trying to torture his captive.
Rather, he was trying to figure out what the hell to do with him. Barty was getting more and more insistent, and that only made Terrence less interested in working for him. The money had never been the biggest draw.
Just as well Anthony came in when he did, Terrence was in the mood for a distraction. And some actual fun. "You're late," he said, smirking. The accusatory tone was only in jest. "Arse. The hell did you get up to at the castle?"