Amarissa laughed in a muffled sort of way from where she was in the middle of taking another drink.
"Well," she said after she had swallowed, gesturing toward him by inclining the neck of the bottle toward where he was seated. "For a file on you, I do not think there's much they would not trade."
Really, she had still been absolutely stunned to discover Sirius Black and James Potter meandering around next door, and that was after having worked with people who were supposed to be dead for months. That was almost what made it so intriguing to work in England. There were so many people that had became famous - and infamous - during the wars for whatever reason, that it was terrifying and exhilarating to see who was back. Her mind strayed briefly back to Bellatrix Lestrange, and she felt her stomach clench a bit. They weren't all good. Amarissa would have gladly given a great number of things to insure that she would have never been able to rise from the dead again. And who knew what other Death Eaters might be up and walking around again? Well, it was all good to be able to see Potter and Black, the negative issues that arose with the revived were nearly overwhelming. After all, it was certainly saying something, in her opinion, when they were the positive end of the spectrum.
"Only I read yours anyway," she responded. "Unless you wanted me to start piecing together an epic adventure for my boss?" She leaned forward a bit, closing the distance between them. "I'm sure he'd be fasctinated. Might even want to meet you." Her tone was entirely teasing now. They both knew that if she was doing her job properly, she would have toted them off to Spain a long time ago, but she was still banking on the hope that it would be more beneficial to work with them. And well, if it didn't, she would probably lose her job. "And when you make these less run-of-the-mill choices, remember that I can hex off all your appendages."