At first he was reluctant to respond. Years as an interrogator taught her what signals to look for. That and she knew the man better than most. He was easy to read if one simply knew where to look. Antonin was keeping something from her. Likely, a lot of somethings. How was she supposed to trust him if he didn't tell her his secrets? She pushed aside the harsh reminder that she wasn't being entirely truthful with him either. It wasn't fair to expect out of him what she wasn't willing to offer herself.