Jake chuckled, not blaming Regulus for thinking all that he had while under the effects of the potion and before Narcissa had convinced the wizard that everything Jake had said was true. He probably would have done the same. "Yet, you trusted me enough to let me heal you and keep the Aurors at bay until your cousin came to the hospital."
He smiled. "I'm glad you decided against hexing me. Makes patient-Healer relationships that much difficult if you had."
Jake twirled the wine glass stem in his hand, the liquid inside swirling. "You aren't a Gryffindor, but you are a man given a chance at life. What would that man do?"
He reached over and put his hand over Regulus' in a comforting motion. "We'll only talk about what you want to. I can ask my Aunt's elf to see if there is another looking for placement and aide Kreacher in the last of his life. I know how much elves mean to our families, which is why I sneer at those who think they are slaves."