"She was," Mallory replied steadily. There wasn't a coldness in her voice, but an even, matter-of-fact tone as she answered his question point blank. "You wanted her to take you back into the house to die. Then your spirit could stay there forever with her." A pause, as even with the Antichrist Mallory had some empathy in the situation, and she didn't come right out and say that Constance had refused her grandson's final wishes. Though really, she didn't know if Michael would care. Miriam was more family to him than anyone else, even his own blood.
After a few moments, Mallory looked over at him with a soft expression. She was feeling more relaxed now, less defensive, although it could have been blamed on a number of other outside influences other than the company she was currently keeping on the other end of the bench. "If you're not here to cause trouble, there's no reason for there to be trouble between us."