"How about you shut the fuck up, Boot? Seeing as you don't know what the hell you're talking about," Adrian said, his tone calm even if his eyes were anything but. He didn't like this, he didn't like the possibility of it working because he was never, ever going to want Stephen returning to Upper Slaughter. "Try having Ben kidnapped, thinking he's dead for nearly a week and then getting him back with actual holes in his body only to find he wants to go back for more. Maybe then you'll feel somewhat like I'm feeling right now."
"I didn't realise you wanted to kill your friend," Adrian dead-panned to Stephen before looking at Boot. There was no way on earth he was giving him access to the wards, only Stephen had that privilege and even he wouldn't be able to stop the house if it decided to get a little murderous.
"Try the place in Devon first," he said finally, moving his hand out of Stephen's and sitting a little bit away because he wasn't having him do this when he was annoyed and didn't want Boot around to see it. "My estate's rather temperamental, you wouldn't be able to play about with it without me being there unless you actually want to die and I have shitty shifts. It won't let you mess about with it unless there's a Pucey in the house and even then it'll probably try and kill you itself. Only my father would make the house sentient."