Who would turn down the invitation to a chat with the Head Boy of Hogwarts? As for a drink, I have my own, thanks, he uttered with sarcasm returned to his purr, a small smirk cutting across his pale lips. The bacteria on those tankards is enough to kill a man, without the alcohol. So. I see the old glory road has been treating you well enough, even chasing you to the Hogs Head.

"Hence the thrill of drinking it," He stated with a humorless snort, raising his tankard in a pointed fashion and subsequently downing a mouthful of the fiery drink. A minute grimace followed accordingly, the percentage of the liquor resulting in a spasmodic contortion of his visage. One could argue that it wasn't the most splendid way to prove a point, though even so it was a genuine and inevitable gesture..

Typical of regular back-alley establishments, the sortiment of beverage at the Hog's Head was composed with little or no heed to flavor. The owners of the pub preferred to market themselves as providers of cheap inebriation, so to speak, thus neglecting the aspect of taste for a substantial advantage in the amount of alcohol per galleon. Not that the aforementioned mattered much to an offspring of luxury, as the reason to indulge in sleazy joints was rarely - if ever - a matter of material savings. The price was irrelevant, so to speak; while the mood, the atmosphere of the place itself was what ultimately broadcasted its factual appeal. Though that was, as one would put it, irrelevant.

He was hardly present to excuse his questionable tendencies, after all, nor was Lucius entitled to judge anyone on account of their respective slumming habits. Oh, perhaps it was unbecoming the aristocracy, though even so Charles was hardly the first - nor even near the last - of the wealthy and privileged to seek some manner of comfort at the bottom of a tankard of poison. That was, however, entirely beside the point, as the ultimate reason for their dubious rendezvous was not for the purpose of arguing propriety.

"Call it my way to kick back the stress of this secrecy, Lucius," He drawled as he returned his drink to the table-top, his dismissive tone of voice hopelessly incompatible with his borderline apologetic choice of words. "It is a pitiful vice, I know, but I would rather indulge it than cave beneath the pressure of this.. this..," He went straight to the point, thought for a moment his vocabulary failed him; his voice trailing off into silence as he considered how to best explain the situation. The presumed course of their conversation had looped through his head repeatedly, and yet he hardly knew how to effectively convey the extent of the threat that sheer circumstance had forced upon him.

Oh, seldom did the Slytherin find himself at a loss for words; though the matter of Morgan's enlightenment defied explanation as much as it did comprehension. Unfortunately so. Still, his minute pause was but the slightest hesitation; and eventually disregarded as he settled for attempting to address the issue head on. There was, after all, no reason whatsoever to skirt the issue in the company of a fellow collaborator.

"Lets call it a situation," He continued, voice suitably hushed, the subsequent admission partially serving as an unspoken query for aid, if you will. "I have a problem in the castle. There is a girl - Morgan - who knows of my loyalties.. As well as an unusual amount about our operations. I would even say too much. Merlin knows how she might have obtained this information, though as you understand I can't permit her to share her knowledge with Dumbledore. Or anyone, for all that matters. Though as you are well aware of, the circumstances at Hogwarts makes it impossible for me to deal with her without blowing my cover. I..," He halted once more, if but for a moment, before he finally voiced the ultimate reason to summon Lucius in the first place. "I know she needs to be silenced, though ever since last summer - and especially given my position at the school - I am practically living in a glasshouse. I can't as much as touch her without ending up in Azkaban. Just.. Just how do you propose I handle this, Lucius?,"