Bill's eyes followed the back of the bloke who'd given them a once over as he'd passed. He didn't recognize him and his gaze had lingered a bit too long to be considered casual.
After the bloke turned the corner and was out of sight, Bill offered his arm to his wife. "No, something...beef. Steak. We can open the red your parents sent." They made their way out of Gringotts and toward the market.
"Now do you want to tell me what happened?" he said, turning a bit as someone passed them by. It looked an awful lot like the bloke he'd seen at the bank earlier today, in the lobby, talking to Griphook.