[ Magnus gives her the most sympathetic of looks. He would apologize, truly, but he waited literal centuries for that honeymoon. And it was a startlingly short period of time between "sipping cocktails and cuddling with the hubby" to "Valentine orchestrates evil plan to massacre the Downworld."

It's been tough to catch a break and he knows she's been feeling that, too. He definitely empathizes. ]

Well, if you like, I could always give you a spell that will make anyone who comes to bother you for the next twenty four hours suddenly remember something important they had to do elsewhere? [ It's only sort of a joke. ]

That or just ward your living space against intruders. Where are you going to be living now, biscuit?