Percy glared at her, and he suddenly felt like he had when he was eighteen and ready to hex his entire family. The woman was insufferable. "Don't pretend to be even more stupid than what you are. You're well aware that showing identification to a house elf isn't appropriate. You're also know that I said ask for his help. This was supposed to be done with kid gloves. As for sexual misconduct, if you haven't noticed, half the people in this place swing both ways, so opposite sex means anything."
"Let's make something clear, when I say something; you do it. End of story." Percy snorted. "Pay? Please, once more, half the people in there know how to make them and I haven't seen a single request to the ministry since I've worked with Tiberius." The portkey wasn't a problem. No, he was more worried about upsetting Bletchley right before the benefit. "Fine, wait until he returns, and then you pretend to have some manners and apologise to the man, and since you were so eager to bring Hunt with you, make sure to clean him up and put him on a leash when you do so."
He looked up and smiled. "I'm sure that Savage does what I say... unlike you." He picked up the file. "Now, you might go, and I don't want to see you until Thursday morning and there is the benefit that night."