"I'm sure they will when a bit more alcohol is imbibed. Can I prod one of them until they do something entertaining?" he asked with a small smile. "Did you see that the Black brothers are here and looking rather good considering they're technically sixty-odd. I do so hope that none of my relatives turn up next."
"Expect you to find a cure before they die? When you hate live patients?" He tutted and smirked a little. "How utterly unreasonable of them. What's wrong with them anyway?"
Azriel realised that the idea of Stephen not sleeping well annoyed him for some reason and he didn't want to think about the why. "You should sleep at some point, preferably in a bed, and on a related note did I tell you that I've nearly completed on my flat? I should be in and settled by Christmas."