Jules might have simply shrugged off his offer, if not for the ominous way he lowered his voice at the end as if he knew something bad might happen. She hesitated, then took the coat back, though she held it loosely in front of her rather than putting it back on her shoulders.

"I've taken the Knight Bus loads of times, and nothing bad has ever happened," she protested. There was a slight edge to her words — another declaration that she didn't need anyone fretting over her marriage prospects, really, since she was comfortable with things like riding the Knight Bus and was uninterested in giving up the few freedoms that she had. Whatever edge she had was muffled by a layer of hesitation brought on by his tone, however. She'd had quite a day already, and she didn't like the suggestion that anything else might befall her between here and home... but it was a long way from Scotland to London. Even at the Knight Bus' speed, it would be hours before she was back.

"Are you going to apparate straight home, then?" she asked, glancing at his torn shirt. He could hardly have done anything else, given the state of his clothing. He wasn't fit for the public, that was certain.