Seamus barely had time to register what Goyle was saying, "I'm your boss?" he said, distracted by a crash that sounded in the back room, "For the love of Merlin's balls!" he swore as he turned to go help his help in the back. Seamus looked flustered and he waved a hand, "I don't know Greg, go be useful. Those tables need to be ready for customers," and he pointed to another table, "I still need to get the drink orders," and then he caught sight of two people who seemed about to get into an argument.
Seamus thought it a bit early to be dealing with drunks, but that had to be stopped. He waved a hand at the two men who were getting loud, "And those blokes need to tone it down a bit," and he turned to go into the kitchen and stopped, a look of shock and some hesitation crossing his features.
"Greg!" he shouted, hoping the other man would hear him, "Gently mind you! They're just a bit loud," he said, turning to go through the swinging doors. He had this sudden fear that he had just unleashed Greg Goyle on his customers and he hurried, wanting to be sure that Greg wasn't too rough with them. Even as he lent a hand to his help, seeing the entire evening's soup supply covering the floor, Seamus couldn't help but shake his head, trying to remember something he must have forgotten.
Did he actually hire Gregory Goyle?! If he did, he must have been mad.