Gawain listened, becoming a trifle confused. He left? Who left? Her husband - Lupin? Bloke was a werewolf, by all accounts. That type wasn't always so trustworthy or consistent. He watched as her face pinked, almost to match the usual pink of her hair. Merlin, she was utterly lovely.
He set down the menu, keeping his face turned away from her until he was sure any such emotion was off. They'd get to Potter later. Plenty of time to track him down, and Gawain was in no real rush to do it, either.
"He left? When did he do this?" he asked, though it was none of his business.