"Of course I pay attention to detail," Richard said disgustedly to Savage. "I just told you, I'm a salesman for the firm. I make a living knowing little things about my customers, taking care of their needs, speaking their languages. I tend to do it with everybody I meet. As to what I think you're doing, I don't use language like that in front of a lady. Suffer to say a halfway competent wand tech would be able to confirm the amount of apparition my older wand was used for recently. A telephone call to the Italian Aurors only takes a few minutes and Ravelli could confirm my transit. Another to the International Apparition Arrival Point in Hong Kong and the blokes on duty could confirm what time I logged in there, and what time I left the next day. They're pretty strict about no casual apparating around there, got to use the official points. Total time much less than an hour, so we wait out the rest of the time to see if I'm using Polyjuice, like the decree says. Bob's your uncle, and I'm on my way to get you copies of my security recordings, instead of answering pointless questions from somebody who obviously hasn't got a clue."
Richard rolled his eyes, "Have you ever been chased by Death Eaters, Savage, ever fought them? Ever been disarmed, or broken a wand in a fight? Ever needed to protect yourself and non-fighters at the same time? If I had three hands, I'd carry three wands. As to other weapons, I've got an assortment of swords and shorter blades, some of them family heirlooms, some I got to teach Lavender Brown and Susan Bones how to use. Spare wands, I've a half dozen or so, don't know how many Susan and Lavender have claimed for their own yet. Some came from Death Eaters in the last war who didn't need them any more. Those wands are keyed to me by right of conquest. Some came from fallen comrades. Kept them to pass on to family, or somebody needy if there was no surviving family. Most of them haven't been used since the Battle of Hogwarts, except where Lavender was poking around trying to find a replacement for hers. Seems she was being protected by Aurors at Dumbledore's Birthday, and hers was broken when she was injured there; she needed a new one. I offered her a loaner or two until we could get her to France to buy a new one that fit her better. Rather than making a mess of my place thrashing about, check the old suitcase in the back of my closet, and the weapons rack in my and Lavender's bedrooms."
"Oh," Richard smiled coldly. "And if you poke about in my knicker drawer, no doubt you will, you'll find a couple of old Death Eater robes and masks. Oliver Wood and I acquired them during the last war from a couple of Death Eaters that objected to the job we were doing for the Resistance. The hex damage has been carefully mended, and most of the blood laundered out. If you still have the old registry of the different masks, they belonged to known Death Eaters. War trophys and all that."
"Savage," Richard sighed, "every time you open your mouth you give more credence to my theory you worked for Voldemort's minions, or might be a Death Eater plant yourself. I never said I could use a Patronus for communication. I assure you, I can't. Ask Mr. Kingsley Shacklebolt about it. You know that name? If he trusts you, and thinks you have a need to know, he might explain things to you."