If Oliver wanted him to badmouth the Ministry, Percy wasn't going to do it. He might've been disgusted enough with their policies to manifest his frustrations physically - his headaches, for one thing - but Percy wasn't one to talk about what troubled him, not even with his closest friend. He would just continue as he had done, which was to do as little as possible on either side of a line that he feared soon was going to draw itself in blood.
His expression, though, was a veiled one, and he rubbed Gonzo absently behind the ears.
"The Minister has asked for volunteers to speak at primary schools on the nature of Muggles," he said softly. "Hogsmeade and Ottery St. Catchpole and the like."