The bartender placed down a drink for the two of them; one part Sambuca, one part Tequila and one part Jack Daniels. It was on the sweet side but was most likely a hard drink that Rodolphus appeared to like. Moving his hand he took a swig and winced as it burned a hole down his throat, or so he thought,"Sorry about getting on your case a bit," Rodolphus tilted his head back to swallow more of his drink, turning at his waist and placing it upon the counter-top.

"I hate that Tanis-bint. The way she acts and all, she might as well be a half-sane mudblood. She has it in her mind that she might be more favoured than we, she's ridiculous," Rodolphus folded his fingers closed and rested his arms against his lap,"And doing a raid on a church, daft reason to kill a "man of cloth" so to speak." He snorted through his nose.