He couldn't help but to ponder Susan's question as he went to get the drinks, and he was still not sure of the answer when he came back. He figured someone should talk to Percy and see what he thought about it (himself preferably) but he couldn't really be sure.
Sitting down he handed the butterbeer to Susan while taking a sip of his own firewhiskey. 'I don't know,' he then finally admitted. 'I mean a pub is perfect for information, but then Miles isn't the type to think that far. I can't imagine him too, actually,' he said, taking another sip.
'Rodolphus is another matter however. But I don't know how much he'd care.'