Miles was still smiling inwardly about the good fortune of having the girls from Upper Slaughter being able to work at the pub. "Thank you again, and yes, tomorrow will be perfect."
He watched as Lestrange took a swig of what had to be Polyjuice, and winced, remembering the taste all too well.
When he said there was a special job that only he could do, and then he mentioned Cass, his heart skipped a beat. Was he planning on asking him to kill Cass? "A... a personal message, sir?" surely be message, he meant message, and not message and violent threat? That was what the Lestranges usually meant by 'message'.
"Ahh, sir, if I pass on a message from you to Cass, then he's going to ahh... be aware of my affiliation." He wasn't totally sure that Cass knew he was a death eater, but then again, he wasn't sure he didn't know, and was playing 'don't ask, don't tell' with him.