Gawain nodded carefully. The man was on edge, clearly. He looked worse off than Tonks, though, which sent a rather cruel sense of satisfaction through them.
"Of course. These are troubled times," he said, easing his hand away from his wand. He didn't want to hex Tonks' husband if he could help it, though he would if necessary. "Though I find it's when you don't hear the footsteps that you have to watch out especially."
Raising his brow, he cocked his head. It wasn't any of his business. None at all. And yet the words came out of his mouth anyway. "Seen your wife lately?"