This woman obviously had some money, if she had a store of Acromauntula venom in her possession. Her admission of being just a potion maker at St Mungo's came as a bit of a surprise, then. With that amount of apparent money, he would have thought she might be working for some private firm. Ah, well, that's what came of making rash assumptions. The nature of her smile didn't escape him, and he followed the curve of her lips with an aloof sort of appreciation.
Something about 'Romilda Vane' told Adrian that it would remain in his best interest to have his wits about him when dealing with her. "Indeed, I would hope you do, Miss Vane. Yours is a noble profession, then, especially in these dark times. I don't suppose you can or particularly want to talk about it, but I don't suppose things are looking up on the cure or treatment front for this particularly malicious malady?"
Despite his rather serious question, he shook his head and chuckled a little. "Sorry, where are my manners? I'm Adrian Pucey."