Pleasant would be the last word I would use to describe him. He chuckled and mumbled about 'difficult wives' while Montague body-bound me and still gave me the damn potion.
You know I've always trusted your instincts and if you feel this is serious enough to lock down Nott Manor and Forter Castle then we'll leave today. Thank you again for letting us know. (And the Cornfoots are precisely why I didn't want to take the potion.)