"Even with the legilimency, do you really think that Voldemort is sharing information with Rabastan? Do you really think that the little information we can get is worth risking people's lives?" he asked, not sure he wanted to be in a place like that.
"It's not an option. Ever," he answered. "How easy is it to get distracted? To cast the wrong spell? Even casting spells that would kill a normal wizard are probably not going to have the desired effect, trying something less lethal makes you a target. I'm not going to die because you were lucky enough to have Voldemort kill himself when you were a teenager. I'm not leaving Sirius alone, because of some ridiculous moral code that makes you put at risk the lives of the people that work for you instead of those monsters. I'm not even sure I want to work for you if you can put someone like Lestrange before your subordinates."
He shook his head. "I'm sorry, but I'm not interested. I'll do whatever it's mandated, but no more than that. I'm getting my training on my own and on my own time, and it has nothing to do with you. When we go back to normal, then I'll go back to regular spells, but don't tell me not to hold back and then complain that I need to readjust my knowledge. There's a big difference between arresting a criminal and facing Voldemort when he calls me at home and threatens my husband."