She'd had enough experience around men and women who were at their breaking point. This was a man who wasn't holding it all together very well. He might have been able to be charming in the launderette and smile and laugh during her kidnapping, but he was cracking. All evidence of him being a part of the Dark Lord's government or in his employ disappeared. She recognized what a man living on the outskirts of the regime looked like. Either he was a rogue who had been fortunate enough to keep out of trouble or he was a member of the Resistance.