He looked up at her over his reading glasses. "Now thwumping the customers on the nose!" he warned, but then smiled and slid the glasses off, closing up his paperwork. "Sit down. You want tea?" he asked, standing and moving towards the cupboard where he kept some snacks and tea downstairs.
"Got some biscuits that don't look too stale, either," he added, pulling some things down. Business negotiations went better with food... or maybe he was just too much of Molly Weasley's son.