The corners of James's mouth twitched up into a smirk. "They don't miss you," he said. "They'll never miss you."
He hadn't felt like this in a long time, not since the Hogwarts days when he'd faced off with Snape, although his hatred for the man in front of him ran far, far deeper. Lily might have forgiven Lestrange, but for all that he'd been remaining calm with the man's presence here, James most certainly hadn't. There might not be any room for vengeance here, but there would be no forgiveness either, not from James's end. It was easier to forgive people for hurting him than hurting the people he loved.
It wasn't a good idea to react to the things that Lestrange said, especially in person, but hiding his emotions had never been James's strong suit. It wasn't even that he believed what Lestrange was saying; the things he'd said about Sirius were true, but Sirius had called him a liar when he'd started talking about Lily like this before. James trusted Sirius wholeheartedly, and he vehemently distrusted Lestrange, so it was no question who he believed. Nevertheless, his smirk disappeared, replaced by an expression of deep, absolute disgust for the man in front of him.
"Gorgeous enough for two husbands," he said, his firm but calm tone belying the fire in his eyes. "Don't get all pouty because you weren't one of them. Jealousy doesn't look good on anyone."