Rodolphus watched Miles with a small smile playing on his lips, taking in the sight of his brother-in-arms who looked considerably better off than he did. Oh, his robes weren't at all shabby, and he was clean-shaven, but his eyes seemed deeper, sunken into his face. His skin was paler and he wasn't as well built as he had been at the height of Voldemort's run.
"You've been well," He stated when the house-elf had dispensed the wine and vanished, "Part of me feels I should be irritated by your ability to sink so easily back into society. But I am not. Do you know why?"
Rodolphus liked rhetorical questions. He let it hover between them for a moment before continuing, "It's because you are so loyal. And not just to Voldemort. No, you're loyal to us, Bletchley. Your brothers. And that is something I appreciate."
Rigby returned with two plates, upon each was a steak, cooked just enough to stop the cow mooing and a selection of seasonal vegetables. Rodolphus didn't seem to see the elf as he served them, nor did he acknowledge the food in front of him. He seemed content with the red wine clutched lazily in his fingers.
"Now I have returned and freed my brothers, it is time for us to reclaim that which was snatched away from us. I know you agree. And that is why I need you. You are my eyes and ears in the Ministry. On the street. You are pivotal to us now. You truly hold our success in your hands," He paused and looked over the top of his glass, eyes dark. The large Dementor behind him shifted slightly, lifting its head, mouth just visible under the folds of the cloak that covered it. "Are you willing to commit yourself to what is required of you?"