Hestia nodded, "of course," her hand curled then so that instead of resting on her cheek her chin was balancing on a small fist. "I can't think of anything that would have given you away-" or at least nothing that she'd found particularly stand outish, but then she didn't know him very well- although she couldn't imagine Umbridge knew him any better, probably less so actually.
He was such a striking man; as her one hand still played with the rim of the cup, the other supporting her chin, she knew- or was discovering- that he was a vast man of contradictions. He was proud and extroverted, outgoing and full of confidence- but there were moments...like this one, where he was humble and true. "I'm more then willing to help- I mean- if you need me." She said with a small smile, slowly, almost timidly taking the initiative and cool pale fingers reached out to lightly touch his wrist.