[ Jaime might be the biggest sceptic on the planet (second only to his little brother, he imagines), but he remembers Robert's rants well enough and nods. ] It's capable of setting things on fire as well, I'm told. [ A fact that he doesn't believe; he's still convinced that Robert's poltergeist is just the result of the man's life drinking and fucking and waking up the next morning forgetting everything he did the night before. He's seen the trashed rooms, of course-- that was why he found Alex in the first place, weeks ago-- but never anything burnt. It's absolute bullshit.

Honestly, if not for his marriage to Jaime's sister, he would have never taken the damn job. ]

And yes, we're going to the hotel. [ Which is a considerable drive, really. ] Robert will be checking in tomorrow-- I'm assuming you've already done your work proofing his house for tonight and I don't have to bring you back?

[ Because Jaime really, really doesn't want to drive any more than this tonight. It's less a question of nobility and more the reality that he's a bit prone to half-assing most things. ] We're headed to Oxford. Accommodations have been made for you.