"Of course. I can secure the door." Regulus nodded and drew his wand, and with a flick, he turned the lock. "Sekhmet, please guard the door and make certain no one tries to come in," he said.
Sekhmet sauntered over and sat in a pose like an ancient statue by the door. Not only would she keep others out, but Regulus felt more secure with Barty sandwiched between himself and her, knowing her protective nature.
"There." Regulus tilted his head quizzically. "Does that suit? I would invite you into the stock room for more privacy, but someone is working back there. He cannot hear us, I assure you. Whatever you say will remain between the two of us."