"I... I know that." he finally replied hoarsely. He knew he wasn’t in any danger at this moment, but his Veela remembered, his Veela was convinced there was still danger behind that door, something that would threaten his wife. He was trying to control his Veela, to ignore the painful itch behind his back where his wings wanted to emerge and spread out, to ignore the flames that were pouring in his veins, descending towards his wrists, his palms, his fingers. He knew full well that throwing fireballs around or spreading his wings would not help.