[ She only raises her eyebrows slightly at him in response, her answer tinged in her usual dryness: ]

You know it'd be a real damper on your sex life if you hexed me, right?

[ But even though she plays it cool, there's small tells that betray she's still worried — her wryness is a little distracted, and her shoulders carry a lingering tension as she turns to cast one last protective enchantment on the front door as she nudges it shut behind her. ]

I cast a caterwauling charm a ways out. Should be loud enough to wake us, if something or someone gets to close.