Xavier pulled back, feeling quite a bit better even if his knuckles were bruised. Some indignities a man had to settle with his fists.
"No, not particularly, but it was amusing to see him try," he said, shrugging. He looked over at Bellatrix and flashed her a grin as he saw the wife. "Very nice touch with that, I think."
He nudged the man's head so it was facing his dancing wife. "Anytime you're ready, Mrs. Lestrange, I do believe you have an enraptured audience."