"That's quite the bold statement," Regulus answered, having noticed a certain predilection toward curses and profanities. It wasn't something he was used to. No one in proper society would speak like that. "My cooking abilities would make this look like a five-course meal. That's why we have house elves- or had."
He smiled. "It's amazing what a series of potions that taste truly awful can do. I would have improved simply to avoid drinking any more of those vile concoctions."
Stepping away from the window, he moved closer to Jake. "One would hope to live well into one's hundreds no matter the age. It is one of advantages of being a wizard and a pureblood." Of course that wasn't always true, especially when one tried to stop the Dark Lord.
"I'm happy that I could improve your state," he said with a nod. Regulus paused thinking about the question. "I'd say that your description is somewhat exaggerated. I'm mildly curious, greatly suspicious, and very inconvenienced by the fact that all my worldly good have been inherited by a half-blood that should have no claim to the Black fortune. I'm also extremely interested in knowing who's bringing the dead back. Not many would have that power or willingness to dab in the Dark arts. Looking forward to getting answers, that's certain."