"I don't refuse, it's just not important," Camile replied. He knew it would just cause contention, make her uncomfortable. It was just his one-sided thoughts on something he didn't have all the facts on. "Thanks." He set the bottle on the table and tapped it with his wand. He was thankful to be in Diagon. This made things easier. "Here, lapin." He offered the bottle to his son, who looked poised to wail. He settled down the moment the bottle was in his mouth.