Lucius looked up at her, halfway through unbuttoning his shirt. After a moment, he passed a hand over his face. "I'm sure you could guess at the gist of it," he said, trying not to sound snappish. He certainly didn't think her a fool, nor did he expect her to let off simply because he asked for it. He felt tired - beyond tired. "If it were something that would do you any good to know, I would tell you. Surely you'll concede that ignorance is safer, when it comes to some of what I do in the course of my - work." He hadn't really examined his reasons for secrecy, but that one presented itself conveniently, and he settled down to it. No sense connecting his wife to a string of somewhat-sanctioned murders. "I'm sorry if it's worried you," he added, looking down to nudge his shoes under the chair. "That was never my intention."