You would be the first I've known in your line of work that isn't, Lupin. [Soft and only slightly uncertain. A thief that is kind and gregarious? It's possible. Very rare, but possible. Lupin could very well mean what it is he says. It's quite likely that he does. She's just not quite willing to trust it yet. Past experiences have...made such a gesture difficult.

Remy. Bartholomew. Degas. Others, more than she could count. None of them meant to, none of them intended harm, and yet, well. Adele takes a deep breath and reaches for whatever it is she gains when she speaks to Ben. Her ability to let things go. This fear, this wariness. Lupin didn't deserve it. He's done nothing to deserve it.

A heartbeat, two, and she's managed to let go a little. Not all, but...enough for her to manage a faint smile and mean it.] And yet? I do not doubt you in the slightest.