'jonas' was enjoying the peace and quiet. Or so he was telling himself. He was chafing a bit under having to use his alias again, but it was better to be safe then sorry. He could hardly proclaim himself without a great deal of hassle and danger, not any time soon. Remembering the B&B had been a stroke of luck, and it was far enough away out of the way that Regulus thought it would work well, at least for the time being. Still, he was essentially left to sit and wait, and he had never been the patient sort.
It was Regulus who answered the door, surprisingly, although muttered protests that died off meant that it had probably been over Kreacher's objections. The wary tension in Regulus' expression relaxed somewhat when he saw that it was the young man who seemed to run the place nearly by himself. "Yes?" he asked politely, wondering what could have brought him over here at this time of night. Regulus was paid up for the next several weeks, and was hardly a demanding guest- especially compared to some.