Anger surged up as Caroleen spoke so lasciviously, bringing shame to the name of Teresa. He reigned in that anger, waiting until they were alone before reprimanding her for her wayward tongue. She was a guest in another's body, and it was not her place to disgrace her host's name. His wrath was tempered only by the fact that he had a part to play. To the innkeeper, they were a loving couple, and to appear otherwise would rouse suspicion. Ivan took a seat as the innkeeper made ready their room. Caroleen sat next to him, and quietly said, "“I fear I may have over stepped my boundaries but I wanted to stop that man from prying further. Forgive me if I have shamed you. Gustav had become accustomed to my impetuous mouth and I fear that you might beat me, unlike him.” Ivan's anger was tempered by Caroleen's quick thinking. She too played her role as the loving spouse, averting suspicion. That she feared Ivan would raise his hand against her shamed him more than her little aside to the innkeeper. He was tired, and his weariness shortened his temper.<br/><br/>As the innkeeper directed them to a room that encompassed a large part of the top floor, Ivan placed his arm around Teresa. It would not do to have the space between them occupied by palpable tension, especially after Caroleen's comment. The innkeeper quickly left once he had shown them to the room. Once left alone, Ivan said to Caroleen, "Thank you. You were quick to allay his suspicions. To the world, we are a wandering couple, and we must maintain that image lest we draw attention." Ivan sat down heavily on the single spacious bed. "You need not linger here while I rest. There is a small hamlet a short walk from here that caters to the inn's travelers. We will set forth once more at dusk."<br/><br/>Ivan removed his shoes, and ran his hands through his hair. It had been some time since he had seen his reflection in a mirror. Next to Teresa's youthful form, he must seem a wizened old man. He wondered what Teresa thought of his aged face. Surely there were lines carved into his visage, streaks of grey in his hair. He looked to Caroleen, wanting to ask her what Teresa thought of her aging husband, but he held his thoughts in check. He needed to focus on the task at hand. There would be time to worry about other matters once he had reached Dover. In eleven days he was to meet Malovo de Rosini. He needed to persuade him to assist Ivan, rather than just hand him over to the Inquisition. They had not parted on good terms and Malovo held some animosity towards Ivan.