Cyril bit his tongue to stop himself replying a rather resounding 'duh'. He was entirely out of his element here and it was putting him on edge. After glancing around he realised he was without a wand as well.
"What kind of spell can get through house wards and drag us out here?" Cyril asked, though he doubted whoever this was would know the answer. He took a moment to assess the man standing rather... confidently in front of him.
A year ago Cyril would've found himself flirting outrageously with the handsome foreigner before him, but now his heart belonged to Lucius the thought didn't cross his mind. He did flick his gaze down just for a split second however... just to see... His own hand stayed firmly in place.