"Baby, you haven't been there long enough to do anything remotely close to that," Stephen said sympathetically. He understood the feeling too well.
Stephen shook his head. "I'd rather be awake when you get home," he said. "I'll have plenty of time during the day. As long as you're not tired, then we're fine. Do whatever it's best for you, okay?"
He leaned forward, pushing their foreheads together. "I'll pretend to believe you," he said with a smile. "As for Rosmerta, it's worrisome if it was a Death Eater, to know that they can come in and out whenever they want. Otherwise, I'm really not going to cry over a woman who made her living by pimping people out."