"Ah, yes. The 'find and bring back dear old Wolfy' plot." He'd been out searching--if that was what you wanted to bloody call it. "Let's just say my people are probably worse at finding things than yours...so it ends up more like them standing there arguing." Of all the things he never did understand...one of them was people who bickered like children all the time.
He nodded, smiling a little. "It would be infinitely more useful to find the real thing, I agree." He followed her eyes toward the book. "Oh. Journal cracking to find 'the redhead' as the Minister is calling him. You haven't interrupted anything, really. Just finished. I'll be reporting my findings to the Minister, but I don't suppose he'll kill anyone if he doesn't get it right this second." Oh Merlin, he hoped he wouldn't.