It was an old argument. She refused to be pulled into another discussion where she would be forced to give her reasons yet again for not allowing a house-elf in her home. Antonin respected her wishes. That was all that mattered. They'd been able to get along just fine without an enslaved creature, whether happy or disgruntled about said enslavement, serving them. Rabastan was a pampered overgrown brat that had yet to learn how to be self-sufficient.