"I jest, I tease," Jeanne said, reaching a pale hand across the table, resting it upon his own in what she hoped was a comforting manner. "I meant no offense, Lucius." She smiled weakly, "I find your work honorable," she began, "that is, if you do it in reputable fashion."
She sighed, "So no more talk of women or wives, agreed? I'd rather talk of you and your adventures. Tell me, Monsieur Lucius, your age? Or where you were born? I am keen to know all that I can about you."