The professional facade would be appreciated more if Regulus didn't need to know for certain that he was safe. Paranoia was not an easy bedfellow. He stepped closer for a moment, mind easily cataloging the six different hexes he could probably use to get what he wanted and that was before he poured the veritaserum down the boy's throat.
It took him a minute to realize what he was contemplating and knowing it was probably there in his expression before he calmed himself down.
"Indeed," he murmured, tilting his head to the side. "Tell me, Queensbury, did you warn Karakoff as well? Or am I just special?"