It was reasons like this that he was grateful Dora and Kingsley were working in the Ministry. The Order was lucky to have as many Ministry employees as they did, and he sincerely hoped it lasted. Harry needed all the help he could get, and if he wouldn't take it directly, then they'd aid him however they could.
"If he doesn't, it means we'll have to be even more vigilant," he said. He inhaled deeply, his fingers running up and down her arm. "It won't do to draw attention to yourself, or the fact that you're protecting Harry. Let Gawain be the one to make his revelations." He wasn't sure why he was lecturing her; he knew she was already aware of it.
"I'm glad you're trying to be on the team," he told her, and managed a thin smile. "Harry needs you. I just want you to be safe. I love you, you know."
He leaned down to kiss her. "You're really OK?" he asked. He knew she was upset by Thicknesse's appointment as Minister, and by Yaxley's newly acquired position as Department Head, but they were familiar with dealing with the Ministry and its corruption. He thought, perhaps, that she was still grieving Moody, and he knew only time would heal that particular pain.