Antonin shook his head, "So many of the things and places I own are suitable for a bachelor, perhaps with the occasional female companion. But not at all suitable for a married man of substance and his lovely wife - that's you - to spend any time in. I've had my agents start to look for appropriate places for us. A bigger boat, with more room to entertain our friends, would be nice, too. Then again, you might find your tall blond one day."
He reached out and put a hand on Morag's shoulder. "You've been working yourself into a state lately, and not just over this plague. Remember, as you British would say, I'm pants at Legilimancy. You'll just have to tell me what's on your mind."