"Your life, maybe. I still like having people afraid of me." Most people, at least. He'd make an exception for anyone responsible for giving him reasonable medical information, as he'd discovered the day before.
Alastor had to think back to what was said that day at the house. He'd admittedly been confused about a lot of things, but he'd come away fairly certain he'd agreed they were 'together'. Sighing, he shook his head, trying to be very politic about his words so as not to upset her unduly. They could save real arguments for when she was cured. "And this is why I worried about us being out of step with each other. I'd thought the end result of the conversation had been very different, apparently."
And, while he wouldn't say it, avoiding an argument while she was too ill for it, he was a bit offended she even thought he would.
"It doesn't feel easy." It felt like being expected to perform sometimes, but again, he wasn't going to say something he knew would set off an argument. "But, it's also not something that's going to change until Nott does his job." He smiled slightly. "You need rest, not my personal brand of aggravation."