Eric had better, and more interesting, tasks in mind than playing watchdog for Rodolphus Lestrange. Despite the intrigue of the wizard's character, Eric did not find himself grasping at an opportunity to bask in the so-called glory Rodolphus seemed to emit—the lot of what looked like dark witches and wizards had an air about them, and Eric did not like to 'compete'. His arrogance could not tolerate occupying space with another, nor was he in the mood for a wank measuring contest.
Wanting to escape Rodolphus as their interaction was certainly not a conversation he found worthwhile, he simply turned the page in his magazine. Eric desired a conversation where both parties involved actually listened to one another and paid a bit of attention, leaving room for a debate. Rodolphus came across as the type to wield a wand and shout obscenities, but Eric also made quite a bit in the way of assumptions.
"Your day is not my responsibility, Lestrange," Eric replied, "my job may be... beneath you, but I do not service at the will of someone just because they are wearing a nice suit and hold a position of power over me."