"No," he agreed in a low voice, "and they're changing things. You can tell the goblins don't like it, but I honestly don't think they're going to push back as long as they get their share." He reached for her hand, squeezing it in his own. "If I do get wind that they're winding up to start refusing requests, I want you to get home right away. Of course I don't want them to let those people have the run of the place, but this won't be a good place to be if they decide to fight the takeover."
Bill sighed, studying her expression. "Do you want to go home? I can make your excuses for you. It might be good if you can let...the right people know." Even here in relative privacy, he didn't dare speak too openly about the Order. "On the other hand, I'm afraid they're here for good. It won't necessarily be any better tomorrow, or the next day. Some of them definitely looked like they were preparing to be permanent fixtures."