He didn't mean to case the joint, but his curiosity got the better of him. Not aware that he was being watched, Cutty's eyes traced the outside of the door ways to see how the doors were fixed to the rest of the building. The craftsmanship was quite astounding. Goblin? Of course. He knew by the patterns. It reminded him of Mona. The little Goblin girl that got away.

His eyes fixed away from the doors unsure of their construction for it looked to him as if they were fused somehow. As if one part grew out of the next and so on and so forth. And anyway a visual gaze would tell one nothing of the sort of enchantments that might be placed upon a thing. Soon he was calmly observing the hands of the bank's employees. One person counted, another person weighed, and still one more seemed to be filling out paperwork with the utmost of care. The margin for err was rice paper thin if one could be said to have existed at all.

He liked that. And was so distracted by that thought that he scarcely heard Mrs. Clark's click-clacking foot steps coming his way. They sounded like his mother's dragonhide mules, but their timing was entirely different. He turned and smiled at the older witch, who was alot older than Cutty thought she'd be (even as the Minister's wife). She was attractive to him, though. Well kept and perfectly manicured. He extended his hand toward hers and gave it a firm but gentle squeeze. "Mrs. Clark. Yes. The pleasure is all mine. Where would yew like ter start me off today?"