"Nay?" He brings the brownie to eye level and squints at it. "If it be poisoned, I must inquire what king is expected to consume it, as I cannot forsooth think it me who must be struck down." He rolls the brownie between his fingertips. "Is this an assassination, sirrah?"

It is, coincidentally, the easiest-going accusation of attempted murder happening in the room at present.

(It's still a good thing Harry isn't armed.)