The thought had trickled through Rodolphus' mind after he had blasted the door open and picked his way through the place. With an air of slight disgust he had used his wand to shift knick-knacks around as he searched for a reason ... any possible reason that would tell why his renegade hadn't made an appearance for the last few weeks.
In fact, Adrian was fortunate. Rodolphus had been tied up in business in London and hadn't been around to realise the extent of his absense. If he had .. things would be a lot different. Tortured til tears kind of different.
As it was, Rodolphus wasn't quite sure what he was going to do just yet. He'd see what felt right. For him that usually meant torture, but who knew? The holidays put him at ease.
Adrian seemed out for the night, so Rodolphus did what any insane dark lord would do and that was make himself a drink and light a fire.
It was extremely late by the time Adrian walked in, and his back to the younger man, a dark smile tilted Rodolphus' lips. "Well, aren't we just the errant son walking in after curfew." His voice was silky and menacing all at once.