Diego met her eyes with what he hoped was a sympathetic expression and not the one of shame she apparently expected. "Ah. Sí," he said. He had wondered if they would come around to that eventually. "La lesión."
He didn't see how it could have impacted on her marriage but... wait, no of course he could. Esme had been furious when he had taken a bullet for Max. The job nonwithstanding... it had been a significant factor in their return to the island. "He oído algo al respecto de su comandante," he said carefully. "No hay detalles del curso, pero ..."
He really wasn't good at this sort of thing. "¿Me dirás?" he asked eventually, very low. It seemed somewhat ridiculous, as though he were asking her to admit to some petty misbehaviour. But he couldn't think of any other way to ask.