Cleon wondered for a moment if the man was going to take his offering or decide to make his leave since the man of the house was not even here. He smiled as Greengrass took the drink instead. He took a sip of his own drink before swirling it in his hand as he waited for it to change color and thus, flavoring. The green coloring tasted like grass with a bit of sugar mixed in and he was not particularly fond of it.

He was glad he had just swallowed the liquid in his mouth because he might have choked from the abrupt laughter that the answer given provided him with. It rang familiar to him as well. Tycho had definitely spoken about this to him but he just had not made an effort to commit the details to memory.

"I think he told me about this," Cleon said, making an effort to remember more of the details. "Something about his ghostly friend not being allowed to spy on muggles?" It didn't really occur to him that it might be a tad insulting to the man in question to have Cleon not even bothered to have remembered these details. Then again, he had never really thought that it might come up again.