That was a turn-up for the books, Theo thought as he recognised the other man - older, more lines in his face, but the same anger in his eyes. A wry smile and he stepped down from the pavement, heedless of the cars - it was not a small point of pride to Theo that he had learned to cross the roads as Muggles did, completely heedless of traffic, confident in his own speed and skill - and he approached carefully.
The flick of his eyes to the other man's hands was maybe the only warning that Theo was aware of the possibilities. His own were empty, visible - he wanted a cigarette, but there was no way he was reaching into a pocket now, not when he had no way to stop the other man should he choose magic.
"Slumming, Smith?" His voice was quiet, only a slight edge of sarcasm to it - it was odd to find any wizard, however Muggle, in this part of London. It was, in fact, one of the reasons Theo had chosen it.