Theo nearly smirked at the words, of course knowing all of this already. 'Of course he knows seeing how he ordered me to offer information in order to spy for him, and equally apparent is that he is not aware of whom I really report to or, as you said, I would not be alive. I do hope he would leave my son out of it, but to be on the safe side I have already taken measures to ensure his and Padma's safety should something happen to me. I have not done this for a decade without knowing my life might end if he ever finds out.'
Of course he had done it without taking these kinds of risks before, but he tried to limit the risks he took now too. He would not gamble with Nathaniel's and Padma's lives.
A look of concentration crossed his face as Severus spoke more, and he sighed as he finished. 'So he's either critically ill or he's faking it because he's planning something and is hoping I'll spread the news of his illness,' Theo said with a frown. 'Fabulous.'
He leaned against a work bench, trying to think of something. 'I don't know if I have anything important enough to report to him. Nothing that couldn't be reported in writing. Unless...' he pondered it a moment, not too fond of giving up the information so quickly, but Draco would understand. 'Draco's wish to become Minister might be important enough,' he said.
And if Rodolphus was as sick as it seemed he'd most likely try to avoid another meeting. If he agreed to meet him, he'd be able to study him, and he'd be more suspicious than he already was.
'I do have another question,' he continued, meeting Severus' gaze. 'Do you have any idea who would be skilled enough with the Dark Arts to be able to cast the type of curse that effected Montague?'