"Marines. My dad's in the Navy, has been since before I was born. Decided when I was a kid I'd go into the military, too." There was that tone in his voice, the reverence when he spoke of his father. The man was obviously Bas' hero in a very real way. Suddenly he grinned, "I'd warn Charlie, but he unleashed her raging pixie fury on me and he needs to share my pain. She's not my bloody close mate slash ex. I don't need her aggro."
He pulled his wand out from a pocket on his leg so he could get to work on the wards so Harry would be able to leave. "Aye, well, I wish you luck with...whatever it is." He clearly wasn't going to ask and had no interest in finding out details that people weren't volunteering to him. It didn't matter much to him at all.
There was a lot of wand waving, a bit of whispering, some pointing at Harry with the wand and in two minutes time, maybe less, Bas slipped his wand out of sight again, as well concealed as the firearm he carried on him.