The night is bitterly cold as Delphine listens to you speak — listens to you confess. You pour your heart out after she tried to offer information that could threaten her life. You were meant to be just a spy, and yet it seems like you have fallen in love.

"See," she starts, "I've known all along. I had my assistant look you up the day you arrived." She studies your face as she takes the opportunity to light up a cigarette, her expression oddly amused, "It made no difference."