He said nothing for a moment, watching her still, but his mouth did pull, corner curling slowly upward.

"Such fine lines for us both," he mused. "Who would have thought, all that time ago on the train, hmm?"

He'd known then she was clever, but he had expected her to be too rigid, as maddeningly inflexible as the others. Right and wrong, black and white - his palette was such more fluid.

Had any of it been his influence, he wondered distantly.