Greg snorted. "Not hardly. They're not the kind of blokes you go out to have a few pints with after work." He gave her a level look. "They're at least a quarter hag. If you ever come across them by yourself, keep you wand in your hand. They aren't bad blokes as they go but they don't resist temptation well." He turned away to hang the big key ring back under the counter. "Love bites from those two would likely result in chunks of you missing."
He swung on his own cloak and took the lead back from her as he waved her own the self-locking door.