Ignatius eyed Berty. Had that guy just offered him the other knee? Creepy. Oh well. He was a good crowd to get involved with. He perched himself precariously on the edge of Borr's other knee. He had a feeling he would be dragged otherwise, and he wasn't about to be manhandled by such a large fellow.

"Oh no. One should never use gold napkins. Silk with gold stitching perhaps, but never gold. It would be such a waste. And a wooden throne. You are obviously getting your substances mixed up. It should be gold for a throne." He smiled, "I will never settle for anything that isn't the best. And why go out and cut down the trees, when you can get someone else to do it for you?" House elves were best at that, or younger students.