In that minute or two, Anton had been searching for the ward responsible, completely ignoring the unhappy muin's complaints about being left in the lurch. "Indeed I do," Anton said absently without turning from where he'd pinpointed the ward. Then he added, "Feel free to exercise your right to silence at any moment."

The muin chose not to exercise.

The ward John had offered was a different one to this, Anton rather thought, and though he hadn't had the opportunity to see them close up--yet--it was a good preview of what Anton should expect. Nicely non-lethal--but pointed. Anton could find no fault with it, or with Constantine's warding of his own room, which had been expected. There would be only one punishment today. Fortunately; Anton didn't particularly enjoy that part of his duties. (The gist enjoyed it a little too much.)

The spellwork was sloppy, though. Anton couldn't tell if that was by design or not. A lot about Constantine's sloppiness seemed to be more by design than laziness. The relative cleanliness of his room said that, and how many times had Anton seen someone underestimate perpetually tramp-like Larrikin just because he acted the fool? People overlooked those they disdained.

Anton stepped back and bowed slightly to Constantine, indicating the ward. "Please be so good as to release him. I will eject him from the Hotel once you've done so."