No, he was just a bloody good liar. Though he didn't say so. At her further words though, he smirked. 'And there you went and lost your touch and became a normal suspicious Slytherin,' he said with a smirk.
'Why is it that so many mistrust us Aurors?' he asked. 'Taking a sip of his drink and looking at her. 'We do this for a reason, we care,' he said. 'And in your case I really do care more than I would otherwise. It has less to do with him and more to do with you.'
He reached up, smirking at her as he brushed her cheek. 'Nothing can be legally done without your help, you're holding the power on this,' he said honestly. 'Giving you the option to change your mind though - should you want so - by knowing where he is, however...well that's another thing completely.'
Putting his drink down, he took the cue, studying the table. The shots were far from easy, especially the eight ball was quite difficult. Not impossible, but difficult.
He bit his lip, looked at the angle and pondered his options before leaning down and taking his shot. The ball bounced on the edge, and for a moment he thought he'd missed - before it went in.
He smirked. One to go then, and he moved around the table and looked at the eight ball. If he bounced it enough times, he could get it into one of the pockets. But he could also line it up for her...thinking for a moment, he aimed and shot, placing the eight ball not in the pocket, but between her ball and the pocket.