Ron let himself be tugged, probably hoping for some sort of exchange that didn't involve plans and maps and outlandish plans that were sure to see them all horrifically murdered. ... But things had gone back to normal, more or less. He made a face, just slightly put out.
"Well ... that's good," he conceded. There was no one else he would have trusted to get them in safely and unbetrayed. Poking around in the Lestrange vault still felt like suicide, but that was that. "He'll get us inside, if anyone can. But he'd damn well better have a fool-proof plan for getting us out."