"That's - fine. Yes." Gold in hand was always fine, although that wasn't really one of John's foremost concerns. After twenty years in the Auror Office, he commanded a decent salary. He was almost never actually short of cash, he just wasn't particularly good at managing it. But surely if he handed it all over the the landlord en masse ... "I can certainly manage the financing." He paused, eying Rolf a little more closely. "If you're sure." It was awfully trusting of him, which struck him as exactly the opposite of what he'd be if he'd just landed in the middle of a strange city with nowhere to stay. It wasn't suspicious exactly, but it was ... strange. John wasn't sure whether to feel sympathy or skepticism.
Of course, he had little room to criticize when it came to naivete. He was desperate enough to jump into a flatshare with a man he'd known for all of two minutes; what right did he have to wonder about someone else's motives? And is worse came to worst, of course, he could always handle himself. "You'll want to come see the place, at least."