Gellert returned Ne'os smile, no sign of the action reaching his eyes as he looked at the man for several long seconds. "Welcome, Emof," he said, breaking the gaze and sweeping the room for a second, before drawing his wand and laying it on the table before him.
"I must say, i didn't think I'd be seeing you any time soon here, though I can't say I didn't know that I wouldn't see you," he explained, his voice set in a flat monotone. Having Emof here represented something, in his eyes. If half the rumours were true, the Death Eaters were growing in power and had established some form of alliance with Dumbledore's vigilantes. Capturing their head would only mean good things, this much he knew, much to his own delight.
"Tell me," he said, "would you like a drink?" he asked, waving his wand and conjuring a glass bottle of ancient firewhiskey, working the cork for a few seconds before it popped open with an acidic sounding hiss. "I do insist," he said, pouring himself and Zada a glass.
He looked at the drink then raised it into the air. "To progress," he said, downing his drink before moving onto the real matter of his being there.
"You're going to tell me everything, and you're going to do it now," he said without any warning. "Do that, and you will live," he said with a cold stare.