Aimé opened his mouth to argue, to remind Antoine that Mercedes had risked his own neck in taking them across the channel and that he could have easily turned them over to their deaths for a handsome reward. But he knew Antoine would not see it that way, had not seen it that way.
He nodded. Antoine was probably right. After all, he has been enamored of Mercedes since that night on the ship. They hardly knew each other and he was risking everything he had to gain at Lord Hurst's bed for a merchant.
All the same the idea of never seeing Mercedes again hurt more than he could stand. "If you think that is best." He said simply, wrapping his arms around himself.