She reached across the table to place her hand on top of his. While she appreciated the sentiment, the last thing she desired was to have someone she cared about become another victim of the elder Lestrange brother. He was too dangerous. Squeezing Augustus" hand once and then withdrawing hers, he calmed. Emptying his glass in a single swallow, he rose from the table with his apologies. The hour had grown too late. He was tired.