Diefenbaker. He'd left Diefenbaker there, sprawled on the couch. He hasn't even looked at his watch-- his father's watch-- to note how long he's been gone.
His gaze is fixed upon her as she says those words, as if there is the possibility of delusion or trickery there; and although he knows better than to think she would do such a thing, there is nothing about the last few hours that has given him reason to trust anything he hears or sees.