Stephen's eyes widened and he paled a little. "Dead? I mean, stealing of course, I know I wasn't the only one, but I never heard anything about them purging Unspeakables! I mean," he searched for words, or at least something that wasn't just mindless bibbling, "We - you'd think I'd have heard of it, or - wait," his eyes narrowed as he worked over the logic of the whole situation in his head, "We never affiliated with Crouch...or the Minister, really." But paranoia got the better of him and he went over and sat on a chair nearer to Matthew and let out a sigh.
"I'm alright, really," he said to the offer of tea, "I'm..." he was still chewing over the idea that the people he'd spent most of his waking life around before the war ended were quite possibly dead, "Safe, you know? Best thing I can say for now. Safe and alive." Then he realized something, and deadpanned, "You have got a servant, haven't you? I've heard they're all the rage."