Suspicions and Deductions— Are not something Istevan would ever think he'd use on his own wife.

"Where have you been? It's half past midnight." He voices, once he sees you enter the door. Your late night pleasantries have been frequent lately, it's not something he's used to.

"What's your excuse this time?" Istevan asks as he corners you on the door frame, not letting you escape from his eyes.

He takes your hand and looks at you directly in the eyes, trying to read your body language.