It does, actually, he wanted to say; but he was very much aware that the only reason she was here, telling him what he needed to know, was because Potter had spoken on his behalf (although he thought that was probably a generous way to phrase what had actually happened). Still, he couldn't keep the sour taint out of his voice. "He's always had his loyal acolytes," he said, glancing aside to the grimed-over window. "Even if the Prophet won't take his side, I doubt he lacks for admirers. The ability to charm up a band of followers does seem to run in the family." Based on little enough, too, as far as he was concerned. One of the only things Potter had going for him was that he was on the right side, and sometimes that hardly seemed like enough.