Gawain raised his brows, curious but not wanting to pry.
He had yet to meet the Davies boy, but from what he'd learned about him, he had to agree. The kid was quite focused on Quidditch and women. Pity not every young wizard could be like that these days, for all that they should be.
"Yes, I suppose it was," he said after a moment. "Provided you use the information wisely."
He thought about the offer as he ate some more curry, sopping it up with naan. Finally, he shook his head. "No. I'll - I've compromised myself enough for now."
Why he added the 'for now' he wasn't sure, and he partially wanted to kick himself for it, too. He felt the guilt of breaking the law, of buggering up evidence already on his shoulders. Rufus would have had his head for it, if he'd been alive to know. And that sent another pang through him.
"I- " He shook his head again. He knew Rufus was dead - he didn't need anyone to confirm it. Not really.