"I want you to get up the bloody stairs, before somebody comes looking," he said, fixing Potter with a glare before glancing quickly over his shoulder - more for effect than out of actual concern. He would also have liked to see a clock, but Selwynn didn't seem to see the need to carry a watch. "Him too," he said, pointing down into the corner where the goblin sat. "He's from the bank, isn't he?" He slid his hand into his robes and pulled out two of their wands at random, holding them up enough that they could see them silhouetted. "We might be able to come to an understanding. - But if you'd rather dawdle around like a bunch of idiots, I'll just let you be, shall I?" If he'd just saddled himself with a dead body for nothing, he was going to be annoyed.