“Did no one ever tell you, Mister Lestrange, that the world doesn’t revolve around you?” It was a light smile, and honestly, Hestia wasn’t sure why she felt the need to say it at all. But she’d felt bad for him, by how hurt he seemed, and Hestia could be a sympathetic person when she wanted to be.
“It’s not my business at all, but when you go scare this good crowd into a drunken riot, someone has to clean the mess up. And being the only clear mind in the room, I feel like I should try to circumvent that.” She shrugged, “Also, you’ve probably had too much to drink, I’d wager.”