He might have gone with a grumble, but their son left the room when he was told a second time. Antonin set the plate back into the soapy water, grabbing the dry hand towel Hermione offered. She had her wand already in her hands, ready to defend her home, if required. As much as she hoped that she wouldn't have to fight in another war, she would do what was necessary. Even a shit mum would fight for their child.