Normally, Fleur speaking in French was an enormous turn on for him as it was all breathy sounds and murmurs. But the rest of what she'd said was too alarming.
"Yeah, I've seen him. I think I saw him pass us on the street, too. Might've been him in the grocer's. I didn't see anyone, but I had this sensation. Prickles," he tried to explain, shrugging. He normally didn't give much credence to feelings and prickles and intuition, that was normally Mum's thing, but the hair had stood up on the back of his neck.
She was putting the freshly scrubbed potatoes into the oven to roast. Bill took the steaks out of the package, intending on seasoning them a bit. "Do you remember which files went missing? Whose accounts?" She would've reported it and he could only imagine the goblins' reactions. He lifted the steak to his mouth and took a bite. "How badly did they react to hearing about the missing files?" he asked as he chewed and swallowed.