Blagden was completely unsure as to how to handle this situation. Surely, if his life was in danger, Rodolphus would have sent one of his underlings. Or requested that he come to Lestrange Manor. It didn't make sense for him to have come out here under his protective wards simply to try and harm him and his wife. Right?
With a remarkably loud snap of his thick fingers, a house elf arrived with the finest cognac Mr. Greengrass had in the manor. Blagden poured it himself, a glass for each of them.
"Business is not exactly one of my daughter's interests," Blagden said, swirling the cognac in its glass. "Charming and poised she may be, but she is no businessman."
Blagden then nodded, raising his glass to toast Rodolphus' compliment. "She's my princess," he said in agreement. "I would do anything for her," he added with purpose. Surely Mr. Lestrange had to understand the importance of standing up for one's children.