"By all means then," Rabastan said, pocketing his wand even if instinct urged him not to. "Drinks? Or shall we get straight to business?"
To believe that this would be an entirely polite conversation would be foolish, at best. Amycus was a gifted wizard, Rabastan knew, but if he was upset, as all signs indicated, he had a tendency to speak first, think later. If at all.
Alecto was far more balanced than her brother, but for both of them to be here now, he knew they were in agreement over whatever matter had brought them to his door at the late hour.