Lucius looked up at her, stung out of his reticence. "I do remember," he said with an edge to his voice, though he looked more pained than annoyed. It should have made him angry, he was sure, the way she was presenting him with things he told himself he never could have prevented - but they weighed on him enough that all he could muster was defensive posturing. "And I'm your husband, as you might recall. - It's nothing, anyhow," he added hastily, knowing he had taken a wrong step. He dragged his eyes away from hers, and went back to his shirt. "Menial nonsense, for the Ministry. Unpleasant stuff." He felt a little ridiculous when he realized he was simply embarrassed to explain it to her. The way he'd been frittering away his evenings was certainly below him, and while he'd have told one of his colleagues happily enough, this was ... different.