Deciding that Lupin probably wouldn't hex him - at least not in front of witnesses and here came his food right now - he picked up his beer.
"Then let me introduce myself. Gawain Robards," he said, holding out a hand as Rosmerta set down his fish dinner. It wasn't his business. He knew it. Buggering hell, he was being an interfering git.
After Lupin shook his hand, he pulled back, eyeing the other man as he sipped his pint. It really wasn't his business. The stress at work was clearly getting to him. "She's looking tired, but she's handling the stress of having Lestrange in fairly well," he said finally, as a quasi-peace offering.