She preened a little, pleased with his words, with the fact that he trusted her above others. Her smile turned from devious to almost girlish though she'd deny it if accused of being so.
"I can certainly keep him from prying," she agreed, "Thank you, Lord."
Her gaze was transfixed by his, and she looked to him with something that might have been love, though she'd never admit to that either. He alone knew her level of devotion, how deep it ran, how far she carried it. To death, even, though she hoped it didn't come to that. Irregardless, she would sacrifice everything for him, for his cause. Keeping Rodolphus out of her head was a small price to pay, especially given he'd learned better than to pry ages ago.