"We're fine. They are treating us very well, and I'm sure it has something to do with the body guards Finch-Fletchley put on us. I don't know if he's keeping us safe or keeping an eye on us, but it still does the trick," he said with a shrug. "There was a minor problem with one of your men. They don't like that one of mine is a pureblood, but we put that to rest pretty soon."
He looked at his friend, smiling. "How are you really doing? I know things can't be good from your side, and even I've been hearing the rumours going around town. Between people getting beating, fear of starvation, salary loss, it can't be easy."