Getting into Abbott's apartment had been alarmingly simple. There were no wards on her door and after four or five checks, no wards about the apartment either. It hadn't really occurred to Adrian that even though the young witch was currently magic-less, she wouldn't have found someone else to put up the necessary protection. Then again, maybe not everyone was as paranoid as he was.
He glanced about the apartment and then helped himself to a pastry and a drink. The pastries would probably go stale while she was gone, so it really was better someone ate them. Hell, maybe he'd take the whole thing with them when he port-keyed out. Licking his fingers, he took a seat on a chair in her sitting room and thoughtlessly wiped his hands on the upholstery.
With Hannah's muggle-like entry, Adrian had more than enough time to settle back comfortably, right his mask, and wait to see if she'd notice him.
"Wasn't sure you were going to show. I don't think my master would have been very pleased if you hadn't."