Cassius scoffed and looked waveringly at the girl. Of course she wasn't looking for someone to help, she just happened to hear the crashing of the rubbish bin and decide that someone needed rescuing. "Of course not." Cassius said, trying to straighten himself up once again. He swayed a bit on his feet, the world still unsteady.
When he heard his name, when he was fairly certain that he hadn't told her his name, Cassius cursed inwardly. He'd need to sober up now, undoubtedly to make sure he didn't do anything to harm the girl. He sighed and prepared himself for the oncoming attack of the worst hangover he was bound to experience in his life thus far.
With a whispered spell, the alcohol that remained in his system evaporated leaving him dehydrated and with a nasty headache. "Ah, fuck." He groaned, but he went over to the girl and offered his hand to help her up. His wand, tucked away in the sleeve of his robes, still itched to cause pain. Cassius knew he wouldn't do anything now to jeopardize his position in Malfoy's pocket, not now that he was sober.
"Hannah." He recalled her name. "I'm not going to hurt you. It wouldn't be advantageous of me to do so now that I am aware that you know who I am. And I believe I know who you are as well. Disciple. You were under Lestrange. Were you recently promoted?"
He shook his hand again, almost ordering that she take it so he could help her up.