He didn't have to even ask. Just stated it as fact. Hermione sighed. Did she want to talk to him about what was bothering her? Yes, they might have set up an odd sort of truce inside his flat, but that didn't mean they were on the same side. Once they were outside, they were enemies. He'd already proven more than a few times that she didn't have his loyalty. If it would help him to get what he desired, he would betray her. Hardly a good reason to stay in his flat and relax with him in his bathtub. She was so contradictory at times that she drove herself mad. Had she always been like this? Thanks to her potions and whatever it was that Rodolphus did to her mind, she wasn't even sure who she was any longer. Or even who she'd ever been before.