He watched her, letting her rant uninterrupted, and he pulled up the perfected mask of complete and total indifference, his voice quieter, level, and without a hint of his true thoughts coloring it. It was his game face, the one he used when he didn't want the other party to know what he was thinking.

He'd never directed it at her before.

"Adela. Who do you think it was, exactly, who found out you were still alive last year?"