"Well if between you and I we can't sweet talk Lettie, then she really has lost more than just her memories." The longer Miles saw Lettie like this, the more he realised he missed the real Lettie.
When Cass started talking about Muggles, he chuckled. It was true, he hated muggle, but then how did he say that it sometimes paid to know your enemy. Rodolphus Lestrange likes to play pool. Somehow, he didn't think that was a good way to open a conversation with an auror.
"It's all for the atmosphere, Cass. I think I'll get a humidor next, what do you think?" Now Miles was grinning. "It would just go perfectly with the bar, and the pool table. Can't you imagine those ladies, bending over as they hit the balls..." For a moment he was very distracted by the thought.
"Or I can practice so I can hustle money out of the Muggles. Oops, did I say that aloud?" he chuckled at his friend.