A bleary-eyed Thorfinn answered his front door clad only in a pair of pajama trousers. His wand was tightly gripped in his hand, but he didn't seem in any rush to use it on her. Confusion and perhaps a minute amount of concern was written across his face. She felt at least somewhat mollified that at least it wasn't the usual outright hatred he displayed. Some of what he did while she was staying at the Three Broomsticks was for show, some of it was real.