Adrian absolute put his hat back on. He was a witch and proud of it, dammit. Again, let's please not ask how that worked with his desire for discretion, something something magic probably.

"My hat doesn't talk, no," he said. "And I already have the house I'll be moving into." He unconsciously patted the suitcase.

And if either he was great at faking responses or Yelena's reference went straight over his hat head.