Oh, thank God she was no longer crying. He had no damned clue what to do with women who were crying. Most of the women in his family just yelled.

He started to reach for his cup, then actually glanced. Ew. He cupped his hands in front of himself instead.

“That is entirely dependent on what laws he has violated, Mrs. Carrington. You mentioned you were … running from, him? Was he attempting to murder you?”

Hm. He probably could have worded that more gently.