He doesn't appear to notice that Njoki isn't the same person he arrived with; instead, he nods agreeably. "It was a fair price. You can get a unicorn horn for seventeen sickles. Three galleons for a pureblood wizard is a bargain."

He laughs uproariously and goes, "We had ten inquiries the first day. All it took was a little firewhiskey in his system and he was amenable to anything. Merlin's balls. As far as I know, he's still married to a mouldy old hag in Bulgaria."

Extracting a flask from his coat, he takes a long swig, then blinks at her and holds it out, offering to share.