That was worse. It certainly limited his options - and Bletchley's, he had no doubt. Thinking of that, he took another sip.
'For once, and this hurt me to say, this is probably not Bletchley's fault,' he finally said with a sigh. 'If the girls are Rodolphus's spies, then Rodolphus himself has taken an interest in the pub. The likelihood that Bletchley has any kind of choice in this is extremely slim.'
He walked over to one of the large dark brown leather chairs and sat down. 'Considering Bletchley's level of intelligence, I'd even go so far as to say this was completely Rodolphus' doing, which makes undoing it impossible I'm afraid. Not without making Bletchley - and Liam - into huge targets.'
He looked directly at Romilda. 'Of course if you were to rat him out to the Aurors that would take care of the problem, could you produce proof of the matter, though that would leave Liam in a rather peculiar situation. The question of course is if it wouldn't be better for him to be with someone like Daphne or Millicent rather than Bletchley.'
He would take care of him himself if that was an issue, after all, he could think of few things that would annoy Bletchley more.