Padma's condition did not go unnoticed, and Theodore only just refrained from standing to help her into her seat -- he imagined it would only attract more attention to them, and attention was something he didn't like when he wasn't about to embark upon a discussion of something potentially criminal.
Catching the attention of the wait-staff, he raised two fingers for teas and then turned himself to Padma. It was a bit impudent of him, but he doubted either of them was especially concerned about the particulars of the hot beverage they'd likely be ignoring.
"Of course." He knew the danger she was putting him in -- and that she knew it as well. He'd consider this a favour, to be repaid at some point in the future, assuming he was ever in the position to ask and she in one to grant. It seemed improbable.
"I have a privacy contract of sorts here, if you'd like to peruse it." All business, he slid towards her two pieces of warded and charmed parchment. Magical contracts were hardly the most binding agreements one could make -- this was certainly no unbreakable vow -- but it was, at the least, a deterrent to either of them speaking about this encounter. "I have two copies. I would like to keep one, for my own security."