"It is rather like an infestation, isn't it?" There could be no doubt that Flint had his head in the right place. Lucius wondered if he couldn't get a little commitment out of him. He needed all the good will he could manage, and bringing in fresh blood was an agreeably safe way to accumulate a little more. "An extremely stubborn problem - calls for a strong, collective effort which is sadly lacking, I must say." Taking up the cause didn't pay as well as Quidditch, he supposed.
But there were things one could do to help without giving up the day job, after all. "Of course." He smiled, more than happy to choke down an ale or two in the line of duty, as it were. "And, on the contrary," he said, resting his hand briefly on the back of Flint's shoulder to turn him the opposite direction before beginning towards one of the only establishments in the area he was prepared to drink in. "The more respectable you are, the earlier you're allowed to start."