[He snorts a little and gives her a wolfish grin.] Oh? My wife is so good to me. And here I thought I was going to be kicked to the curb. Don't worry, sweetheart, I'll treat you right. [Wriothesley goes with a bit of flirting and joking. Maybe it'll make the air seem less tense. Maybe a bit of playfulness will cut the edge.

And maybe he kind of needs it himself because she's unloading so much and-]

Wait. I think I need the minute. [He looks at her for a moment and he feels his shoulders sag. Relief.] I'm sorry about what happened to you, truly, but I need you to rewind a bit. I should be honest and let you know that from my point of view, Fontaine's prophecy is still hanging over our heads.