Miles knew that he had little choice in the delivery of this message, and he was sure as hell going to give Cass a serve about hiding the fact his mother was a Muggle.
Fuck.
He stood when Lestrange did, his stomach dropping when he strongly suggested - no - told - him that he was to kill Vaisey if he didn't actually agree.
Oh he was just as screwed as Cass. Double fuck.
The bile rose in the back of his throat, but there was only one answer he could give, and that fell instantly from his lips as he couldn't say no. "Yes sir. I understand and will deliver the message tomorrow."
He didn't provide any assurances on what Cass would say, but he knew that even if he did manage to deliver the message, Lestrange was fundamentally changing a friendship and he doubted it would ever be the same again.
"I'll... ahh... see you when I make my next report to Greengrass Manor."
He saw Lestrange nod once, then step out of the office.
It was a very long time before Miles managed to make it outside, and even the touch of firewhiskey down his throat did nothing to improve the way he felt about this mission.
Wasn't it enough to have taken his wife's family home, and taken over his business? Wasn't it enough to kill the annoying mother of his son? Now he had to force Miles to out himself and turn on his friends.