Sniffing delicately, Gilderoy took the black pearl pendant off the dusty bar. Conjuring some flimsy wrapping paper with his wand, he wrapped the jewellery and placed it surreptitiously in his purse, which Gilderoy then hooked into a concealed pocket within his robes. Standing up and not bothering to take another sip of his long abandoned tankard of mead, he made to stride out. Remembering his manners, he quite primly said, "Good doing business with you" to Aberforth, who seemed to have gone back to ignoring him, before walking away.
As soon as he got out the door, a mere yard or two away from the Hog's Head, Gilderoy Disapparated. Lingering around the pub any longer would only endanger him, he thought and welcome the idea of wandering around Diagon Alley before heading back home. Really, Gilderoy thought, things would have been so much simpler if the barman hadn't been so incredibly difficult! He sniffed once more and noted disgustedly that he smelled faintly of goats. Taking a small bottle of perfume from another coat pocket, Gilderoy Lockhart spritz himself on the pulse points with it before walking into Madame Malkin's.