Leathan was tired. No. Scratch that. Leathan was exhausted almost beyond the ability to sleep. Work had become more than just work as of late; it had become his every living breathing moment. He'd missed a very important Manchester United match against Newcastle United because of work; something like that hadn't happened to him in almost six years.

Staggering slightly as he rounded the corner into the kitchen, his hand rubbing over the top of his shaved head as he yawned loudly, he was tugging open the fridge door to see if something besides beer had managed to find its way into the fridge when he heard someone knock on the door. Grumbling under his breath, he glanced down at his nearly naked form (for he was padding about the flat in nothing more than his boxers) before he moved to the door and flung it open, a growl of 'yes?' issuing from his throat before his eyes widened and he took a step back.

How many times had he, in the last months, wished for just this? How many times had he, in the last months, almost apparated himself to her family's property? He'd spent the last month trying to convince himself that he was being stupid and ridiculous for not just cutting loose the emotions that had kept him tied to the Dupree witch; yet, even as he had been in the thoeros of the attempt, he'd not been able to quite buck his want of her.

And now here she was, standing before him looking enticing in a summer dress and he could only gape at her like an idiot.

His brow furrowed and with a grand, almost mocking, sweep of his hand, he bade her enter.

"Do what do I owe the pleasure?" he asked as the door slammed shut behind her.