"Some people surely do." Like the ones whose collections of fragile, bottled rarities were put at risk by scurrying animals. He drew his wand and sent out a little crackling ball of light, to keep it distracted away from things that would stain the carpets if they broke - and for a split second smiled back at her, before her hand fell away and he replaced his wand and the chairs pulled themselves out from under the table. "That's quite all right. We have an impressive cellar, or so I'm told." He sat, waving her along to do the same. "It's your turn, in the meantime."
I was hardly any work at all to summon up an elf, ask for something a little more dry this time, and set the glasses to one side.