Suddenly Ben had wine in his eyes, and he wasn't particularly pleased about it. If that was how Melody was going to argue, if they'd devolved to that level, it hardly mattered what else she wanted to say. Ben had been in brawls often enough that that was where his mind went immediately on being hit in the face with her drink — either throwing his arms up in defense or reaching for his wand. Both impulses precluded him from really listening, or else he might have registered that she was referring to an event he had no prior knowledge of.

"Well, I sure as shit didn't tell him," he spat back, wiping his napkin over his face to clear it of wine and blinking to try and get the alcohol out of his eyes. "If I'd told him — if I'd told any of my friends or family — we'd be divorced by now, and you can believe that."