It's less a question of understanding at this point, Lupin, and more a question of tolerance. I've known men like you most of my life. And while they have always and ever meant well it doesn't make it hurt any less when they break their word, because they always seem to. I'm accustomed to it but so very, very tired. Just once I would like it if a scoundrel would keep his word.

[She leans against him, companionable, if tired.]

I'll smile more once I have something in particular sorted out.