Richard grinned, "Actually, the decree was just about portkeys and apparating in and out of the country. Even you must know there are more ways than that to get off an island. For all you know, I've been swimming the Channel."
As a matter of fact, I never have been to the Ministry. Only experience I had with that lot was when Voldemort was in charge. Let me guess," Richard went on, "you were one of the good little worker bees then, just following orders."
"Actually," Richard leaned insolently against the half-opened door, "both our words are being recorded right now." He gestured for the Auror to look up to where there was an outside camera, then pointed a thumb over his shoulder to where the foyer camera watched the door from inside. "Little muggle bits of hardware that came with the building. They still work."
"So far, what I've got on record is someone who is apparently an Auror - and I don't think I've ever seen an Auror go to pick up some dangerous criminal by himself; you lot can't even go to tea alone. So I have to assume you're operating by yourself because you don't want anyone to know what you're up to. Given you never used to be able to tell where the Death Eaters had infiltrated, you expect me to not want my hardware, to not be suspicious?"
"Here's a hint for you, when dealing with a wizarding gentleman during an investigation," Richard went on coldly. "You knock at my door, tell me you're investigating a matter that took place Sunday night, perhaps show me a letter from the Ministry along with your identification, and if it wouldn't inconvenience me, could I please account for where I happened to be. That, of course, I'd be willing to do - could do right now, if you weren't acting the tosser and had only asked. As far as disarming and apparating off with you to what you claim will be the Ministry, I think not bloody likely. I've got too much experience with the Death Eaters to blindly trust someone like that."