"Oh a Nygma, pardon me." There's a few good reasons why Borgin doesn't have Sully man the shop. This is one of them. He stalks over to store the satchel he's carrying behind the counter, at least for the moment.

The snobby tone Mr. Nygma adopts gets a narrow-eyed glare. And then... "Eddie Nashton." Sully chuckles. It's a nice distraction from the impending Dementors. "You're one to fuckin' talk, I remember you nearly getting kicked out. Your rep ever recover from that?"