Theo looked around, and while the place was beautifully furnished, he could not approve of the Muggle objects. He supposed, however, that he could turn a blind eye when the owner of these things - willingly or not - was saving their lives.
"Why would you need these things?" he asked, looking around the kitchen. "Magic can do anything, why would you need... these." It was the nicest he could think to call them, and he had no idea what they actually were. He looked at the thing Stephen got the beer from. Hideous looking thing. He didn't understand why anyone would put in a cabinet like that in what was otherwise a beautiful kitchen.
The question though, brought his thoughts from Muggle contraptions to the matter at hand. "I would think that is fairly obvious," he stated. "The Dark Lord is responsible for your sister's death, did you really think I would be willingly working for him? I've been working with the Order since Charlotte's death," he said plainly, holding his bottle in his hand but not drinking before he'd conjured up two glasses for him and Pansy. Being on the run did not excuse you from behaving properly and he watched as the beer poured itself into the glasses.