"A talk." He repeats, drymouthed. Oh, dear, she's suspicious. There's really no graceful way to get out of this, is there?

He feels very aware of the sin lists, usually so trivial and unimportant. There are things on his list that should never be seen by someone whose opinion he cares about.

"Right, of course. We'll simply get it done and move on with our lives. I'll show you where there's a bit of antiseptic so we keep out infection."

He offers his arm quickly, lest her attention shift elsewhere.

"Just the word 'murder' might be well enough for our purposes here."

It's somehow the lease embarrassing thing on that ruddy list.