"Workaholic," Azriel sing-songed. "I don't care if it's a few hours, I want to know you're okay and actually see you get some sleep. Like you said, somebody has to drag you away from your work."
It wasn't the answer Azriel had hoped to hear but he let it go. He didn't want to argue and he supposed that really, it didn't matter. Stephen didn't love Andromeda so there wasn't really a problem, it was more a niggling annoyance that Azriel suspected he'd have to deal with at a later date.
"Going out and fighting seems like an awfully Gryffindor-ish plan. It wouldn't surprise me if they had you doing something completely stupid," he muttered. "Just make sure you let me know where you are. Call Floot and let me know. I'll be," He debated for a moment. "In London. If I'm not too injured to be moved."