Well, Mundungus told himself that he had at least tried to get some information out of Cate. âNow, I object to the âconâ part,â he said, keeping his tone between serious and playful, âand me dad is Mr. Fletcher. Iâm Mundungus. Or Gus, or Dung, anything but Mundy. I strongly object to that too.â And on that last point, he was only serious. âThat said.. nothing else.â His hands raised as in conceding defeat. âJust doing a bit of chatting, thatâs all.â
âAlright, Mundungus.â She conceded. âVery well. We can chat, but I insist that the topic of my job is off limits.â She informed him. She was quite familiar with people like him and she wasnât going to allow him to obtain information illegally. âSo what would you like to chat about?â