Rodolphus nodded and pretended to think, waving his hand at Theodore to let him know he could reclaim his memory. The timing of this was going to be interesting as he truly did not wish to delay the move of his base any further than next weekend. Yet somehow he did not think that Draco would be ready to move by then. Regrettably, his nephew was not prone to making rash moves.
"And when do you think that is likely to occur?" he asked. A wave of nausea and dizziness washed over him and he closed his eyes and held himself very still until it passed. "Nevermind," he said once he could speak again. "I would like you to keep me updated via the book. I will reply when I can."