There were things Miles took pride in doing. He wasn't in the Death Eaters for people to be proud of what he did - he had wanted to do as little as he could get away with. Now the Lestranges thought he could handle something like this?
He had to admit that they did have a point. If they didn't want to be sending owls all over the country, then someone was going to have to pass those messages on. Coming in and out of a pub was not exactly an uncommon thing.
And so many aurors drank there. He nodded. When he mentioned the girls upstairs, and getting information, he ran a hand over his head. "I don't know if the girls can do that," he admitted. "I mean..." He sure as hell wasn't going to be interrogating people upstairs. "...I don't even know if they could be persuaded, or who they are loyal to..."
He was still worrying about it all, and now it seemed that it wasn't a game any more. He no doubt had half the Order sitting downstairs at any one time, yet he was expected to keep and carry messages, and make sure the girls got what they could. He was so busy thinking, he barely heard the mention of rewards."
"Ok," was about all he could say. But then he realised who he was talking to, and looked up. "I mean, I won't let you down."