There was a laugh behind Theodore's eyes, even more than he hinted at with his smile. "You never can be too careful around magical books," he agreed. "You get bitten one time, and that's generally good enough for a lifetime of caution. Thank you," he said, rolling his eyes, "Monstrous Book of Monsters. 'Just stroke the spine,' they said. Would've been helpful to know before I had to use one of my ties to muzzle the thing shut." But then, he'd hardly been the only one with that problem.
"It's true, I really don't spend much time looking at the actual house, particularly this time of year, when it's usually dark, whether I'm coming or going." Ah, but he really wasn't a fan of the time of year when the night-time hours outnumbered those of daylight. "You're not wrong, though. I think there's precious little at all, anywhere. Enough to keep it cool in the summer, somewhat." He took a few careful steps to retrieve his walking stick from the kitchen area. It was never far, and he didn't find he needed it very often, but this was, while fairly straightforward magic, more than he could generally perform unaided. "I'd like to take care not to overdo it, though. I like my fires to be cozy, not stifling. Nor do I much like for them to be the cause of my demise."