"Hey hey hey hey!" Scabior said quickly at the wand to his throat, his hands going up to show he was unarmed. "Yeah, clear." With the wand removed, Scabior rubbed his throat. "Just saying you need to do better with her. You know how Fenrir feels about disrespect when it comes to her." He took another bite of his food and sat back, things becoming normal again. There wasn't really much tension it seemed after a spat or a argument. They all were ruthless and acted out and quickly got back to business afterward.
"You act like you know for a fact what Potter will and won't do." Scabior looked up at Will. "I think he'll come running the very instant he knows something is wrong, he's ignorant like that and that is what we're counting on. Besides, he's came in the past for lesser acquaintances, why not now?" He paused in his eating when Will pretty much brushed it off.
"You know when Fenrir hears your decision, he'll slice your throat and fuck the wound." He called out as the male left the kitchen. "Pussy whipped, no other explanation. Damn shame." He said to himself as he continued his meal.
Embry heard the echo of the chair which got her to move to the door but she wasn't quick enough as Will came in looking rather... angry? Concerned? Stressed? All of the emotions in one? She said nothing as she watched him sit on the bed, head in his hands. Something was wrong, very wrong. She didn't think it was anything concerning her because never did she remember, from what she seen, Will looking like this. So it was something more important.
"What did he say to you?" She asked softly, moving to the bed where she sat and as his arms went around her? Hers returned the favor, holding him. She frowned as she thought of a way to cheer him up, thought of any words to say. "You don't want to do this do you?" She finally asked after a moment. "You don't have to, Will. I can find a way into the old house, get the key and we'll be set. We can leave here and travel the world. Just up and go, we'll be financially set and will have nothing to worry about." Her hand came up to brush his hair back. "It'll be the three of us, on a beach, getting ridiculously burnt." Her eyes searched his face. "Baby just talk to me."