"Well, the real danger is who you're associated with," Terrence said with a shrug. He didn't know enough about Kingsley's social life or history to be able to say how connected he was to, say, Remus Lupin or Hestia Jones, but anyone who was known to be connected to those two was probably going to be in danger sooner or later. "Never know what they could do for your reputation, hanging around the wrong sorts of people. The people who aren't so subtle, that is."
That was the most heads-up he could give, probably the most he would have given, even if he could have told him more. He'd known details that could have led them to Hestia Jones sooner than they actually managed, but had refrained. Not out of loyalty to the Dark Lord, but for his own personal reasons, part of which had to do with his friendship with Chas. He was going to burn that bridge eventually, he was sure, but there was no need to do it before it was strictly necessary. Of course, the longer he waited, the worse it would probably be. But that was alright, because he had friends that knew his real motives, and he had Ella, who knew him best of all.
He looked up when the owner returned, and ordered a coffee, black. Nothing too fancy for him, though he'd probably put a bit of sugar in it. Terrence had never been bothered by bitter tastes - not literally, anyway. The potion had left a bitter taste in his mouth that he didn't appreciate and would never forget.