“Yeah. It doesn’t matter where you need to go. I’ll walk you wherever.” He said with a shrug. He wasn’t exactly social, he hadn’t been social since Vincent had died really (not that you could consider him terribly social before hand), but he’d rather go wherever Millicent went than to see her get hurt. “Not a good idea. Don’t want you gettin hurt.” He said. He would like to look for whoever did it though, they had to be locked away, it was the order of things. “Lestrange is lookin into it, I think.”