I
[Warded against Devon Kirke]
Right. This is how it goes, you little prick: you hurt my sister, your arse is mine to bruise. You think Devon can throw a punch? Just wait until you meet the wizard who taught her how. For some unknown bloody reason she's refusing to tell me just who the fuck you are. Be thankful for that. If you even try to talk to her again, you'll be fucking sorry.

[Rafe] Your arse, Devon's sitting room. NOW. [/Rafe]