Aberforth reached out and rapped Lockhart hard on the knuckles in order to make him let go of the pendant. "Merchandise stays in full sight on the bar until the deal is done," he growled, his gaze going hard and flinty in a flash. The was the rule in his pub and he changed it for no one, not even foppish fools like Lockhart.
He then arched an eyebrow at Lockhart's counter offer and snorted. "80 galleons," he said shortly.