He lifts his arm to receive the owl, and tells it, "I hope you like fish," as he removes the message. As Horatio hops down to the pile, he reads it, and folds it away. "The town doesn't like people leaving," he says, matter of fact. "It was worth a try, though. I didn't expect it to object so emphatically; when I tried to leave, I just couldn't apparate at all. But, as I said, others have been appeared where they didn't expect to, so I suppose it may have something to do with one's individual magic," he finishes dubiously. "At any rate, Lucius who isn't Luke," he repeats in case whatever gave Rus the nosebleed shook that idea out of his head, "says we may come by, so stand up and I'll take us."
He apparates them to a usually deserted spot near Lucius's house, and from there walks to ring his doorbell.