Lou let out a small sigh of relief as his suggestion was agreed upon by the other man. The protestations of the child were inconsequential; it didn't matter much to Lou if the boy ran off the moment he was out of the alleyway, or whether he allowed himself to be escorted home, so long as the two of them left him alone. He didn't even really mind waiting for the aurors, so long as he could take some measure to appropriately disguise himself before he met one of them, just in case it was someone he might recognize (though he would have trouble talking to his younger brother with a straight face, disguised or not — hopefully someone else came to the call).

"I'll duck in to the pub there and ask them to call the aurors," Lou said, gesturing to the establishment the two men had left a few moments before their tussle. "It's a magical one."