No,

[ is immediate, and not only because of his wounded look away. He means it. ]

Nothing like that, darling. I only think you might have been wrong.

[ And he’s trying, despite By’s eyes and his own habit of telling people whatever they seem to want to hear, not to roll over about it. ]

Not to be concerned about how she would handle things or to disagree with her on—whatever you were talking about. Templars. But how you did it.