Harry smiled genuinely, that made sense, and he said so. "How's Terry doing? I haven't seen him or Goldstein in a witch's hour. Feels like I never see anyone outside of the DMLE." Harry knew he would have to think on that later, but there were other issues at hand.
"That's really great to hear, you know you're doing an amazing thing. It's good to know there are people out there who do it for the right reasons, too." Harry was serious again and thinking quickly of the work that Michael did made him think again of his own. He had discipline to dole out for the burnt foot and a point to be made about work to be done, so he stood up a bit straighter, put out his hand, and said, "Speaking of, I should be going." He shook his head and cracked a slight smile, "They told me to take the day to get used to the new skin, but with all my fool Gryffindor pride, I've got revenge to get," and waving to Michael one more time after they'd shaken and said their goodbyes, he slipped into the nearest floo and made his way back to the Ministry.