[Mycroft sits very stiffly, he's clearly very uncomfortable with this. The fact that he'd need to actually...ask...someone to adjust their cloak because it bothered him was...upsetting. Bacall warbled softly and fluffed her feathers.]

I have. [And with Royce it had been near disastrous, he'd assumed he was one of them.]

I'm sure I'll be fine. It probably won't need to come to that.

[That gets a warble of disapproval from the bird in his lap. Mycroft coughs and continues.]

The library is fine, my house is fine. It's really not so bad.

[Bacall pecks at a finger, but gently, and looks over at John.] We always leave the door open to our house.