Roger's grin didn't falter as Robbie glared at him and then motioned them out into the corridor. Since he did most of his best work, both as an Obliviator and now with the MAB, out in the field, Roger wasn't well versed at these clandestine meetings between ferns and doorways of the Ministry.
Whatever the problem was, Robbie was like a dog with a bone about it. The more he fidgeted, the more agitated he seemed to get. "Out with it then, something's got you all in knots." Not mirroring his posture, Roger considered it and then let his arms hang at his sides.
When Robbie finally let it out, Roger tilted his head back and laughed. He thought his message was, if not ingenious, at least humourous in context. "Seriously?" Roger could sense his mate wasn't pleased. "What's wrong with Romilda? Or is she jealous now? I told her because I wasn't going to risk sending you a message from the Interrogation Room! She can be trusted and she wasn't going fuck it up when she told you."