"And you would drive me to distraction, the way you used to in those much younger days." They had actually had a few of those days, and Patrick was always welcome in the office, regardless of what was going on. It really was a second home for the both of them.
"I did tell you that I check up on you," he said flatly, shrugging it off. "I do see the point. I wish I could say I was sorry but I don't want to see you in that kind of danger." He sighed. If the wolves didn't mean so much to Patrick, chaining them to cement blocks for the moon would be sufficient.
"Do you think there are some patients at the clinic who might be allied with the death eaters?" His mind was working through a plan or the beginnings of one. "What will happen if there is nowhere to go for the moon?"