Xavier chuckled. The boy was naive. "If you can't read between the lines, then you're no good to us. Things are rarely laid out as succinctly and clearly as I have done for you, Pucey." He looked up, smirking. "You know what I'm asking."
Finishing off his drink, his smirk faded. "I'll give you a week to consider your answer. That should be ample time for you to decide." Or for him to get his affairs in order.