*with the expression of a man who's already considered all of the worst-case scenarios and is gamely rejecting them because they don't make any sense* I don't think so, no. If it were anything like that, he'd've at least said something. *glances up and around with a tiny smile* If for no other reason than to be sure the House wasn't going to fall down while he was away. And he's scattered, not suicidal.
*finally sinks down into the chair he's been leaning against (but only because Duilien's making scary "don't make me make it an order, soldier" gestures)* To tell you the truth, sirs, I was hoping—oh, whatever kind is closest is fine? I'm not picky—I was hoping one of you might know what was going on. I'd probably be happy with a big CLASSIFIED stamp, even.