Archon raised an eyebrow as Desiree rambled on a little bit. He didn't really want to deal with her at current time. Leaving the door open, he stormed to a supply cabinet, finding a jar of the root she was requesting. With a few precise cuts, he had segments of the root in a chew-able size. "I'll give you some of the root, but if I hear that you've been caught out of bed tonight, you and I are going to have issues, understand?" he snapped, but there was a small smirk on his face.<br/><br/>"Now." he said, gesturing her from his door. "Go. Off to bed with you." he ordered. "I've got potions to brew and lessons to plan. And I can't do that with you hanging around. Nor do I want to." He said, smirking slightly and raising an eyebrow. Then he swung the door shut, and, just in case, tapped it with his wand, muttering a charm. It would keep the sounds inside the room from escaping, and alert him if anyone stood by the door for a length of time. Then he locked the door. After waiting just a little bit, he returned to the private lab, a small smile on his face. "Desiree." he said as explanation. "So, did you decide on a potion? Something more challenging and more interesting?" He asked, moving to stand over her shoulder, looking down at the tome on the podium, his hot breath unknowingly playing on her neck.<br/><br/>((I'm really busy for the next week, and on vacation, so I'm sorry for delays!))