Alastor laughed. "I think I missed the asking part," he teased in return.
There was another comeback on his tongue about people needing to be taken care of, but he lost that thought when the stipulation about Lupin was mentioned. Somehow, the werewolf didn't strike Alastor as a man who would appreciate such things, not with as anti-personal relationships as the man had been in December when they'd last had a real conversation. "Right. No sex toys for Lupin. I think Potter and Black might appreciate them more in any case." And he really didn't want to know.
Shrugging, he sent the parchment and quill into a pocket of his work robes. He'd remember it there. "You don't think Vance and I have the same taste in adornments? Can't imagine why," he laughed.
Alastor, however, did not think they were fighting. For one thing, he was being very careful not to yell at her. But, he also wasn't going to be easily swayed on this one. "No, you will not. I will skip it myself if I have to and there's no other way to make sure you stay right here. You're safer with company than alone. But, your Healer also explicitly stated no more than one or two people at a time. I will find someone to sit with you. Potter was going to talk to his husband before he agreed to give the triad a shot. Black already knows. I'll see if he can sit with you. Hell, for that matter, I'll bet with his hearing Lupin could sit with you and still hear what was going on in there."