Quoft magicked the rags down into his waiting hand before a glint of light off the cobwebs in one of the darker corners caught his eyes and he sent them off again, cleaning the place of the pesky buggers while he regarded the other wizard.
He wasn't entirely sure he was keen to have a conversation with the man, but he was willing to give it a try. For the moment. Truth be told, he wasn't keen that the Aurors were here. Quoft fully approved of extra precautions, but he didn't like that they needed them.
"Talk is fine. For a moment. Pestering..." Quoft adopted a thin smile. "I'll do without. If I need pestering, I'll go see to Peeves."
And curse the poltergeist with every Bulgarian swear he knew. It was only a few days ago that Peeves had gotten into the kitchens and made a sport of tossing food onto the moving staircases.