Eward let out a blast of laughter, hearty and loud, and enough to make his headache scold him once more. He winced, but took a sip from the glass humming at the flavour. His mouth was dry as a bone. "So you mean to say you are as holy as a man of God?" he asked, raising an eyebrow as he peered at his friend. "Well I suppose, if I do need to confess, you are as close to a priest as I am going to get. And that is saying something."
Settling down as if he were a storyteller ready to recite a tale to a child, he swirled the liquid around in his glass, studying it closely. "You mean something besides that bit of scrumpet you sent me in the carriage? I did, in fact. One of the chamber rooms. I found a dagger with a pure silver handle, recently washed with a suspicious stain on the side. Several papers with warrants for random people's arrest, that was in an assistant's office. Oh - and the Ambassador's personal accounts, I believe." Eward's eyes lit up though he did not look at Harry, a typical sign that he had done something he shouldn't have. "He is spending far too much money than he can afford. Or he is, now, since I changed one or two figures..."