Her glare turns accusatory. "So you<em>do</em>think I'm a spy, then? That I want to be with you, just so I can... report on your activities to someone?"<br/><br/>"Dear, relax," her mother says, before he can interject. "It is a problem that comes with any important position. You should be just as worried about what he might learn, as he is about what you might learn."<br/><br/>She doesn't seem to like that answer, but it does look like it sank in fairly effectively.