Her brow creased slightly at his wording. Oh, she believed him- there was no problem there. The unease was still there, but didn't explain his level of vehemence.

She took a drink. Disgusting. She nearly gagged, but even while she thought that, she lifted the glass to her lips a second time.

Did she want to know? She couldn't recall seeing Alexander so worked up over something, fidgeted with the glass on the surface of the island again, licking her lips slowly. "What will you tell me about it?" she asked finally. She didn't want to drag it out bit by bit, question by question. Let him decide now what he wanted her to know. There was some small guilt on her face, but more the shame of not being on the same level as him, not being able to comprehend exactly where his concern stemmed from, not because of the guilt that she did- no, that guilt would be far, far greater.