There was no reason to ask him which parts he meant. She knew enough. It felt awkward being held in her husband's arms while both of their minds travelled to thoughts of her being with another man. Since learning about her affair with Rodolphus, Antonin had been cool, much cooler than usual, each time the wizard's name was mentioned. Even reminders of Augustus wasn't as successful in bringing up such a strong reaction. She wanted to change the subject, or at least veer it away from Rodolphus as much as possible.