No, he told himself firmly. Gilderoy must control himself. It was getting harder and harder for him not to begin whinging, the barman really was infuriating! Didn't he know who Gilderoy was?! He frowned and slouched visibly, trying to stave off the feeling of disappointment. He needed the amulet, he needed to keep himself safe... but Aberforth was making it so tedious.
"45?" Gilderoy asked tentatively, running a hand on his jaw in frustration. He could be doing something else by now, he huffed inwardly.