Her words made Dominic suddenly wonder if he'd seen her at duelling club and not remembered her name. He did usually stay and watch, but with four matches frequently occurring at once he couldn't see everyone. "There's a small part of me that'd like to see you take on your customer in a duel," he admitted. "But obviously not if it would get you into trouble." It was amazing, really, that the woman had risked shouting at Pandora in the street when she not only believed she was an active Death Eater but could see that Pandora was obviously much younger and more vigorous. "She must have been a Gryffindor," Dominic decided. No other house was so foolhardy.
"You might not have blamed me, but I would have done. I guess there's a bit of a Gryffindor streak in me too, and I shouldn't throw stones." Dominic shrugged, looking a little uncomfortable. He didn't like to talk about the war - what good did it do to talk about a past that couldn't be changed, after all? He'd prefer to talk about the effects it was still having, and what to do about them.
To escape from the conversation, he took advantage of the opportunity to watch her work the prosthetic. "That's some impressive magic," he said. "Suddenly I understand why someone might want to get out of paying - it can't be cheap." He took the prosthetic as she offered it to him, careful to touch only what he needed to and not experiment with the fingers as he was honestly dying to. "If I'd known you did work like this I'd have spent a lot more time lurking in your shop."