Too bad an actor to be banking on insanity. His wife knows about the affair he's trying to hide.

[The question startles her into looking back at him, back at the way tension lingers in the line of his body, in the way he's watching her like she is about to disappear. She marvels at how her mind has made those details so clear, while writing him so differently, so subtly unlike the man who'd walked into her flat in Belgravia.]

If you do, I would expect you to disappear before I did.