Sebastian steps back, acting as if the locket is a poisonous snake ready to strike. Unconsciously, his hand drops down to where he once kept a wand and the absence of it startles him for a moment.

"I know that thing well. It's cursed and the toxin travels through touch. If your temper's short tonight it's already working." Keeping an eye on the locket and Ivan, Sebastian empties out the rest of his cigarettes into a pocket to use the packet as an impromptu envelope.