As the ropes disappeared from his chest and limbs, Evander half collapsed onto the ground, breathing hard and coughing. He never had the strongest of chests. His dark fringe, originally back-combed and now a tangled mess, fell over his eyes and clouded his vision. He groped for his flask and threw his head back as he took a big swig of Firewhiskey. The last drop in the flask fell into his mouth before he re-attached it to his belt and stood up.

As he stood up, he quickly looked over his ex-victim. This was most definitely the same Victoire Weasley he had gone to school with, in the looks department anyway. He stepped towards her, placing a hand on her outstretched wrist, lowering it to her side. "If we're to get along in the future, I suggest you don't do that. I also suggest you get out of here, as well, sweetie. This is no place for a lady. It's easier to get out of here than in. Come."

He hadn't heard the footsteps. He called himself a professional vigilante, and he was not able to hear the goddamn footsteps. It was just ridiculous. He hadn't heard that quiet rumble, either. Only when he turned to the exit did he notice the iron portcullis sliding down the wood of the doorway. Three shadows seemed to be present, getting larger and further away from them. They were not without company.

It was sliding with some great speed, but it wasn't going too fast to block it. Seizing some newfound courage, still clinging to Victoire's wrist, he ran to the portcullis and crouched under it, thrusting his head forwards and pushing his back up, supporting the iron grate. It slowed slightly, but cut his side, causing him to bite his sleeve to suppress a shout. With some strength he pushed Victoire to the other side of the portcullis, and started to retreat to the other side of the tomb.

"I'll be fine here. There's got to be some way to lift that thing up. Find it, please, and meet me back here. You said you would escort me out, and that you will. Now go! Oh, and stay safe, dear." He collapsed under the strain of the heavy grate and crawled the rest of the way back, pounding the ground with a numb fist.