Adrian breathed a sigh of relief when no spell came and he bent down to pick up his wand which had gotten dislodged during the sofa incident. He tucked it in his robes.
"Yes, sir, it will not happen again."
Working for Rodolphus was torture in itself. Shaking his head slightly in confusion, Adrian ducked into the kitchen and grabbed another glass from the cupboard, then poured more of the pinot noir. He set it down in front of Rodolphus and then stood awkwardly.