He could tell that he was pushing his luck with the request, but at gave him a few more moments to prepare himself for whatever it was that was to come. And that was the worst part. Whatever information they wanted, he did not have it. They could torture him again - and probably would - but what good would it do?
Arthur stepped back inside and moved back to the table. He downed his coffee as he moved the dishes to the sink, leaving them in the sink with his breakfast mostly still on it. He grabbed the piece of buttered toast before thinking better of it and put it back on the plate. If this was going in that direction a full stomach would be worse.
Putting this off any further wouldn't do any good. Turning back around and grabbing his jacket, Arthur also grabbed his cane. He was doing better but better wasn't 100 percent.
"The Ministry, you said?" he asked as he approached. "I suppose I am rather grateful. The last time I was summoned, the request was nowhere near as civilized." He would do anything if it meant his family was not under the knife.