"Caractacus for now," she agreed, though her mind worked over time. Surely there was a solution to this riddle.
Her eyes flicked down in time to see the man's hands clench in his lap. It was obvious, even to an idiot (which Andromeda was not) could see he was talking and remembering something quite dear to him.
"It would be foolish to even try," she offered in quiet condolence.