As well he should; Narcissa is in the midst of a quick meal and a drink before an appointment when the door slams, and between that and the shrieky swearing in the foyer, a shattering wine glass prefaces her arrival in the doorway, white wine dripping down the side of her dress and an expression that suggests she doesn't even need much of an excuse to invert Evan from the testicles out.

"I beg your pardon."