Nodding in agreement, Seth gave the other patrons at the table his signature camera smile, the one that looked like a very realistic plastic smile of sincerity. It was the same one that he used in interviews and photoshoots, when they're not asking him to look like he is an angsting teenager who write overly dramatic poems in dark rooms.
"No," Seth replied dryly, at least he did not think so. To be absolutely truthful, Seth had no idea where his wife was (and found that he did not really care all that much) since two nights ago, when they had that stupid fight over whatever it was they were fighting about. Usually something really trivial. After storming out of his own home, Seth went to the pub (where he ran into Snapey), and returned home afterwards to find the mansion startling empty. Well, he did not notice until the afternoon, next day, but same difference. "And she is fine," strong enough to throw hexes at me, he added to himself.
Forcing himself to be slow, and look casual, Seth picked up his champagne glass and took another sip. He still can't be sure how much Daphne had heard, and how much she had assumed to be true. It was out of question to ask directly, even though he was itching to. "And did you come with anybody? Any guys I should be beating up?" Seth teased with an easy smile.