Of course she would bring up the fact that he was lamenting his life. The worst part was that she was completely correct.
"I was under the influence of a spell that made things a lot worse than they actually are," he said, giving a faint grunt. "And I don't really think I should feel special that someone wanted to give me a hexed message. Especially one that made me that depressed."
He eyed her again. "And are you really too good to even have a butterbeer? Some water?" Privileged.