"Oh, yes," he agrees. "Well, it's still polyjuice," he shrugs. "You're perfectly welcome to perform the glamours yourself, and then you'll have all the time you'd like. I thought you'd like me to do it as I've spent more time with them and know their faces better."
"So it is," he agrees gravely, crossing his eyes at Rus three times in quick succession. Just as if not more gravely, he tells the barman, "I judge you entirely capable of doing so." Except you can't, he thinks to himself, because if you're telling it to perfect strangers it's hardly a secret, you trying-to-be-cunning little slime.
He lifts his eyebrows at Rus, entertained, and comments, "Evidently you've forgotten that I knew Avery. Longer."
My friend who's a lawyer says that a new law from the same body supplants an old one, but I'm not sure that applies in this case... Ah! I thought you meant UA. Yay! (thumbs up) Innit? :(((