Andre was seated, as if he'd never moved.
Andre was grave, the first warning things hadn't gone well.
Except that Andre wasn't smiling.
If Gabriel wasn't immune to the mind manipulation magic, he suspected Andre would be using it on him right now.
Andre was quiet for a long moment.
If it was so simple, Andre wouldn't be trying to drop a hint without betraying the confidence of Deidre.
But" Andre paused, debating silently "I'd say you need to determine how much you are willing to trust her."
Keep in mind there's more to the story than what there appears to be, Andre added.
Andre read her mind.
One that told her Andre was right about him not trusting her.
"Andre said your tumor is gone," Gabriel said.
She waited for him to say something about all that Andre had pried out of her.
Andre was serious about leaving her to tell him.
"I made an educated guess, based on what I knew about both of you," Andre replied.
Gabe drew a breath, expecting Andre wouldn't betray the confidence of his mate.
"That's for considering asking me to betray someone else's trust," Andre said with a grin.
Except that he's still got a hand in all this, Andre said calmly.
You both need your space, Andre agreed.
Andre gave him a disapproving look, and Gabriel realized the joke was probably misplaced when talking to the family member of the deceased.
"I'm not worried about Darkyn," Andre replied calmly.
He began to think more and more that raising Andre was worth breaking the thousands of Immortal Laws it cost.
"It is a shame about Erik," Andre continued.
Gabriel wasn't certain what Andre wanted him to know.
"Gabriel, I don't want to turn you against her," Andre continued.
Andre didn't deny she was lying to him, which left Gabriel even less certain what to do about his mate.
"Andre," said his wife, addressing her husband in the same coquettish manner in which she spoke to other men, "the vicomte has been telling us such a tale about Mademoiselle George and Buonaparte!"