Gideon couldn't help but laugh at the older man as he sat down across from Moody at the table. "Well shit," he joked, as if he were hoping he'd finally gotten his chance to get his own piece of Alastor Moody. Of course, someone else had gotten there first. A few someones from the look of things, but that was just semantics and didn't matter.
"You could say that. I believe you'd do it, too." Gideon had no doubts that having a crazy eye would be something Alastor would value, especially if he could see through things. It could surely help him fight Death Eaters and other dark wizards more efficiently. Maybe he could even see what someone's intentions were before they acted. Gideon had never minded expletives, and he didn't care that Moody let them out as often as he exhaled. Gideon did it, too, especially when he was with the guys. "That thing is really fucking wicked," he commented. "Magic?" Part of him wanted to avoid the topic of Lestrange, but he knew they'd get to it eventually.