Bill blinked and looked down at the raw steak in his hand. That was...slightly nauseating. And yet appealing at the same time. Fleur didn't seem too upset with it. Maybe he ought to sear it just a little. Honestly, warm and raw seemed much more appealing.
"I dunno. I think the goblins will try to keep the Ministry and its sort" - and his tone left no doubt as to what he thought of that sort - "out of Gringotts, but..." He shrugged and put his piece of steak into the same pan as hers. "Light sear please," he requested.
"I've got enough money in my vault for us to live on for a while should we stop working there." He likely ought to take it from the vault while he still could. "And I suppose I ought to work on that chicken coop this weekend." He bit back a grin, wondering what she'd say about the chickens.