He nodded. Good. Accepted. That was the worst of the names on his list and the rest would be a breeze. Well, almost all the rest would be a breeze. Frankly, he wasn't even sure that he could apologize to Colby, what with the bloke being a ghost now. 

But this one had been the one apology he loathed making. He was quite ready to leave the room and moved toward the table to pick up his wand, but then Jane, of course, kept talking.

Did she ever shut up?

"Fine. Truce," he said, not sure why she felt this incessant need to blabber on and on and on at every turn. "Don't plan to go near you," he said. But she wasn't done. And thing was, he probably should have felt grateful that she wanted to make this deal; not for a minute did he actually believe that she'd stick to it. 

He looked at her hand, glanced back up at her, imagined her head fully sprouted with antlers, and reached out to shake. "Sure. Bloody great chat," he said, letting go of her hand and snatching up his wand, which he promptly shoved into his pocket as he tugged his bag up to his shoulder with his other hand and headed out of the room.