He shrugged, sliding his hands into his pockets. With interest, he noted that only one of those at the table shifted or otherwise tensed at the move - the frail one, Iris. The others either did not consider him much of a threat at all or knew he wouldn't be able to pull his wand and cast a curse that they could not repel quickly enough. Tucking that disquieting thought away, he made a show of relaxing his shoulders before saying, "Legilimency." He had to hope that giving them as little detail as possible would keep them interested enough to ask questions in an effort to get more out of him. He needed them to question him, and the others. Needed them to stay at that table. Should one of them leave this room, they might discover what Weasley was up to below. The dark haired woman's brow arched high.