Justin wanted to ask the man if he had lost his bloody marbles. Seriously, he wanted to piss her off again? But he sat quietly and tried to keep an open mind. He'd already said that the cell (and yeah, best not to think to hard on that) she was in was shielded from magic, and he trusted no harm would come to either of them.
When Antonin finished speaking, Justin got up from the chair and took him up on the offer of a drink. Something to calm his nerves beforehand would be good.
"I well remember how that goes," he said flatly in regards to Morag. Never wake a pregnant woman from her nap.
"This has to work. We have no other options, and I daresay she's not going to be any better for this if she gets her way right now. She's bloody stubborn, and obviously temperamental. What should I do while you're winding her up?"
He wanted to be clear on that now, because failure was really not an option.