Spare time was a rather useless concept. Most people enjoyed remedial hobbies when they weren't working or spending time with their family. Amycus didn't care for any of that, including the 'spare time' in the first place. He enjoyed his work and did it as much as often, even when he wasn't actually working. Take now, for instance. Alecto was bringing him a muggle on a fucking silver platter - a ball of yarn for two very fiesty cats to rip to shreds.
When he heard his sister's voice, Amycus dropped his feet from his desk; he was reclining in his chair, boots propped up on the furniture with his journal opened before him. Well now the waiting was over and an excited grin lifted his lips and his spirits. "I'm sure I'd like anyone," he offered, sauntering out of his room. There was a wand in his back pocket, but he didn't think it was going to get much use tonight.