The idea to bristle and agitate at the intrusion floated through Stephen's head, but he decided that it wasn't worth the effort. He was entirely too exhausted at that point. Turning his head just so that one eye could capture John in its periphery (an almost askance glance, if one were to be technical), the sorcerer adjusted the Tibetan armbands at his wrists.
"Thank you." Though he did not know if the compliment was at all sincere. "You're the, ah, 'dabbler' is it? I saw you at the makeshift seance the other evening."
Then, acknowledging that he was being rude, Stephen turned more fully around. He offered John a weary smile, to hint that he was just jesting when he said, "I hope your dabbling amounts to greater parlor tricks than what that turned out to be."
He extended a hand toward the door to the House. "Actually, I think I could use some company. Though, I have no conception of where we might be going."