The quiet was somewhat artificial, created by the muffling at each table and general lack of staff walking about. In this sort of place, waiters were in small demand, and the owner did much of the work himself. Kingsley liked blending in, and as much as anyone, homosexuals knew how to do that quite well.
"I can handle myself," Kingsley smiled a little, "Any sort of heads up would be good, of course" - mainly for the sake of getting his parents out of there - "but no one's guessed anything's queer so far." And that had been years. Terrence seemed a bit on the younger side, which made Kingsley think - to the best of his knowledge, which extended to small sightings in the Ministry and newspaper clippings, such as the one about the Higgs's deaths - Terrence became a Death Eater after the takeover. Likely Kings had been off the potion longer than Terrence.
Moody had been paranoid - but rightly so. Kingsley was not paranoid, but he was careful and preferred to be in control, as much as that was possible. And he wished to get down to the business of it. But the owner would be back soon - and drinks just after that.