He would offer no further explanation. Hermione was glad. If the mere memory of what he'd done in the service of the Dark Lord unnerved her unflappable husband so, she didn't want to know. His complexion was tinged a faint green and there were unshed tears in his dark brown eyes. Taking pity on him once more that evening, she filled up his glass. By this point, she'd lost count the number that he'd had. Knocking it back in a single swallow, she knew that whatever was asked of him must have been truly terrible. A shiver of fear crawled up her spine.