Matthew considered this offer duly. On the one hand, he thought it prudent to put off his nap until he had determined just who this girl actually was; he didn't exactly trust her, after all, and she undoubtedly had a skeleton key to open any of the rooms up here. On the other hand, she was offering him a service for a mere... three sickles and eleven knuts, if he was calculating the exchange rate correctly! Still on the first hand, he didn't want to seem conspicuous to this young witch by asking her for such a service; a pound could well be a fair sum of Muggle money-- especially considering the weight of the sovereign coins he had seen before! Still, on the other hand again, he had no desire at all to attempt to enjoy a meal amidst the noisy crowd that was downstairs. And the girl said that this was a slow day of business? Matthew would truly hate to see it busy!
"If you could, mademoiselle, I think I will have a bit of roast, up here, for supper," he addressed her again, with the barest of smiles. His mind was now again preoccupied with figuring out just what he was going to do with this young witch. Should he offer her some safe haven in his home? But there again, she seemed safe enough, and indeed even happy, with her present life. And besides which, the only place in his home where he could put up a guest was his sister's own room -- a room he was hoping she would again be occupying soon enough, once he managed to find her! No, he simply couldn't offer this strange witch a place to stay. So... what could he do for her, then? Nothing at all came to his mind...