It is fortunate indeed for their would-be mugger that Kit manages to drive him off before Vandelin can finish working up the hex he's practiced for just such occasions, and probably fortunate as well for their evening plans--it would be a shame to put a damper on them, and Van has to concede to himself after the fact that gleefully fucking someone up with magic probably would. He does not always think of these things when he should.

Even if Kit's place is a dilapidated little hobbit hole, Van is rather enchanted by it. There's something that feels incredibly aspirational about it--having one's own house, an entire house, a sovereign kingdom that one really and truly owns and can't be forced to share with anyone else--

--well. In theory, anyway. He raises an eyebrow at the muffled groan from behind the door. "You've got company already?" he teases, lips quirking in spite of himself.