Really, he wasn’t happy about having to do this. In fact, he was actually pretty fucking mad. However, there were two people in this world who scared him, and their names were Bellatrix and Narcissa. Bellatrix because he still had no clue what she was capable of - not really - not beyond following the Dark Lord’s orders. And Narcissa because in a snap of her fingers, he was sure she could dig up enough dirt on him that it wouldn’t be worth it to leave his house. So, when she demanded he apologize - the word alone disgusted him - to Phoenix, he didn’t have much choice. Standing in the far too crowded bar, he shoved his way to the bar, shoving someone off a stool to take their place. “Hey, kid,” he called, spotting Phoenix above the crowd. “You got a minute?”