Sixty, Gilderoy inclined his head a little. Sixty was pretty reasonable. It was true that he had spent more than sixty galleons on shoes once; and they were lovely Italian shoes too. But sixty for a pendant? Maybe he would be able to lower the it to something like fifty. Ignoring the protesting voice at the back of his mind (the one that said that he should just accept the offer and get out of the bar as quickly as he could) and said, "Fifty galleons, perhaps." Gilderoy's eyes had given up looking at Aberforth's expressions long before and was just intent on getting the item he needed.
... Then Apparate as soon as he gets to the door. The looks from the other pub patrons were unsettling him.